well, that doesn't work out so well sometimes. Especially if what you knocked off was a cactus.
What I'm trying to say is... OUCH!
And, speaking of ouch... one last statement about my fabulous career as an angel. Wearing wings hurts. Seriously, they are strapped on you with elastic straps that cut off the circulation to your arms, bite into your flesh and pull your shoulders back into an unnatural scrunch. Four days running of that, and I feel like somebody has pounded me between the shoulder blades.
But now I have a little extra time to catch up on my blogger friends.
Merry Christmas, y'all...