I dug up concrete sidewalk and laid brick. Yes straight into the dirt.
Then I thought hm. I'll get on the tramp and lay down. And bounce.
Then the dogs had to get into the act. Mic put Harlie up and we played. Then Jack came up and we played.
The boys came back out and began jumping.
I moved to the edge.
Ok. Time for me to get off.
So I lean to skooch to the side. So I can hop down.
Well down I did go. But it was not a hop.
It was a flop.
A belly flop.
On the ground.
AND nobody saw it! Two grands on the tramp and One son standing by the tramp.
All within 3 feet of me in different directions.
So I hit. Hard. Fast. KABOOM!!
Can't figure if I hurt enough to cry. Cuz by golly it DID hurt. The dogs come check on me, Mic runs over to see if I'm ok. The grands show up. No one can figure out if i'm cryin or laughin, includin me at that point.
All they see is my body in convulsions. I was laughin so hard I couldn't speak. The dogs were kissin me all over. Standin on my back. On my head. and lickin my face. Mic and the boys had to move them off of me to get me sit up.
I'm fine, but I think about it and start kacklin all over. Except today it hurts to kackle. And breathe. And move. So I'm living on advil.
But its still funny. Arms flayin, kacklin funny. So go ahead and laugh. I do.