On Ice

There's a niCe little skating rink close to our home. We've lived here for over a year and I haven't been there untill recently. But we decided to get out for some get-out, so I tagged along with my dad and brother and sisters. I didn't skate quite well, so I spent most of my time there just slipping and yelling lame jokes. We went back two days in a row, and I got the hang of it again. After some time of being chased around by my sisters and yelling, "You stay away evil lady! Gah!!" (yes, I know, I did borrow that from Kenji's small backfiring neurons, but it did fit my predicament) and indulging in the hockey spirit (i.e., grabbing each other's sweater and pummeling each other with our fists), I sat down and watched while more experienced skaters did stunts that made me look bad. But it's quite the thrill to slip and land on your head ("I see a bright light. Am I dead?" or "What a pretty roof they have here.") So if we ever met on the ice, remember what a wise man once said, "Never pick fights with ugly people (me), they (I) have nothing to lose."