My Newfound Nemesis

Who knew that a 35-year old, fairly coordinated adult, could be so easily bested by a child's toy? Yet it happened. Publicly. Humiliatingly.

We were out in the neighborhood chatting with friends. The girls had brought along their "wiggle cars" (see exhibit A above) and for some reason I thought an impromptu race against Ian would be a good idea. I hopped aboard the death trap and started down the sidewalk ahead of him. Unfortunately I also thought it would be a good idea to cut him off. I planted myself firmly in front of his oncoming assault and braced myself for impact. Ian might have actually stopped, given enough time, but my split-second strategy didn't allow him time to react. He charged ahead and ran into the back of my car...at which point the cute little pink beast shot out from underneath of me...dumping me fiercely on my ample rear end.

Now, I should mention that I've actually become used to embarrassing myself in front of other people (it happens ridiculously often) so I probably wouldn't have minded the public humiliation if it weren't for one simple fact: MY BUTT HURTS! 17 hours later my tailbone is still throbbing and it hurts to sit, walk, even stand. So if you see me wincing as I go about my life the next couple days just know that I'm reaping the reward of acting like a child when I so obviously need to act my age. Seriously.