My dad (the elusive Bill) was at work yesterday when I decided to throw myself at the ground, so I mentioned it in passing to him today:
Kristi: So did Mom tell you how I ate shit yesterday?
Bill: No, what? Oh, you mean when you face-planted?
Kristi: Yeah, I ate some pavement.
Bill: What were you doing?
Kristi: Well I was out running, and I decided to run left on the path instead of right–
Bill: Friday the 13th and you decide to run the opposite way?! What were you thinking?!
Kristi: I know!
Bill: What were you, out looking for black cats and ladders to walk under?
Kristi: And would you believe it, it only happened like ten feet from the house, too.
Bill: Did you break a mirror when you came back in?
Kristi: You mock my pain!
Never let it be said that I only blog about Brigitte.