Fallen Down on Butt

I have, that is, a couple times today, and I don’t mean figuratively (although that too, no doubt).  

But I don’t mind–I’m learning (or not) to operate my newest vehicle–my eight wheels–

rollerblades, that is.

I seem to prefer to do things clownishly, if at all, so I tumble around.  This, by the way, is me sober.  Scary, isn’t it?  

So I had gotten some knee and wrist pads in an uncharacteristic fit of sensibleness, and, get this, I was even wearing them.  So maybe that made me wilder or something.  But no harm done.  And I can’t always say that, so it must have been a good day.

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