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Normally I’d be doing a Love List here, since it IS Friday AND it’s the first Friday of the year.

It seems wrong to consider doing anything else!

But as I was walking home, I was rewarded for the first time I’d worn a skirt out of doors in months.

As I walked down the icy snow/crunchy snow/slick ice/frozen whatnot road about a block away from my home, my Uggs (it was not their fault, they’ve had gorgeous grip) hit a patch of what felt like banana peels sprayed with Pam, and BOOM… I hit the ground.

The crunchy, stabby, uneven ice-packed ground.

Bah.

My first fall of the season, period.

Skirt now ripped. Leg hacked to bits. Wrist worse for wear. Blood on Uggs (I’ll get it out, I weather-treated them well). And I’m pretty sure I’ll have bruises in places I’m not aware of yet.

Damn the no-road-clearing. Damn the melt-freeze-melt-freeze cycle. Damn the pretty day that convinced me I could take the risk and not look like bleeeargh in my old jeans.

I mean, oh well. Could be much worse.

But I don’t feel LOVEY, per se. I’ll try for it tomorrow.

Happy January 2nd!

I was going to do a quiz for you, entitled “Hockey Penalty or Inappropriate Dating Strategy?”

Then I got to “holding the stick”, and knew I would make my dad cry.

This is what it means to be a nice blogger. Or a daddy’s girl. One of the two.

Anyway. Go Google “hockey penalties”, and you’ll see exactly what I mean.

And chuckle a little, if you’re lame like me.

Coming tomorrow: “Toilet Tissue Brand or Stripper Name?”

1. Hot tubs.
2. The groove.
3. Temptation.
4. Beanbag chairs.
5. Colleges that advertise during judge shows in the afternoons.
6. Debt.
7. A mood.
8. Arguments with automated voice systems.
9. Traffic.
10. Sweatpants.