Day 13/21: You know...everything is down to inches/centimeters, seriously. Any funny/minor accidents done by me, involving our baby Franki, could have been avoided by inches/centimeters! Tonight, that happened. Franki and I took a shower (hey, get that dirty thoughts out, geez!) and I wrapped a huge towel around her as well as another wrapped around my waist. I carried her up the wooden stairway with a slight bouncy/hopping way. All good so far until that very LAST step, my long toenail (yes, overdue for trimming) caught the finest edge of the last step. That little, I mean, little touch threw my whole, somewhat overweight, body into the air like a failed flying Dodo bird. My face turned into thousands of facial expressions in slow motion while Franki was innocently cuddling in my arms. My natural instinct took over and made me twist my body like Greg Louganis. I landed on my side/back like a 50kg rice bag while Franki was still innocently cooing in my arms. First thing I saw next after the whole fall was my feet up in the air, with my towel about to fall apart from my waist, soon to be exposing my private parts to God. Then, I looked at Franki... she looked at me quizzingly as if shes saying, What? Did something happened?. I looked at her with a very innocent look and took her to bed with a good night kiss. Good night, everyone! :-) (Hey, Ronise Barreras, hurry home cuz I need a pedicure!)
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 13:53:41 +0000
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