If any of you have met me in person you will know I am short.. very short and small with little tiny feet…. This is quite a disadvantage most of the time. I am always asking my husband to get things down for me, and my oldest children will be outgrowing me by the end of next year.. I am sure.
Before I had my son I was also a featherweight.. my husband quips that these days I would have been in a booster seat while taking my driver’s test. And he’s not far off..
I have never let this little problem deter me from anything. Nipper’s story of a few weeks ago, about foolishly stepping in front of a would be burglar at her office jogged a memory from high school.
In gym class I signed up for none other than co-ed flag football. It was probably not the brightest move but I thought it would be fun. And it was. The thing is.. I was of course picked dead last on the teams in the classic playground pick..but my team captain found a use for me. On the opposing team was a big guy, he played on the school’s football team and was a force to be reckoned with. He towered over me and weighed probably 4 of me.. Needless to say he was responsible several times for the total annihilation of our team. He had an Achilles heel though. He was really very much a big ole teddy bear, and he had a crush on me..
So in a brilliant move of strategy, my team captain started placing me opposite him in all our line ups. His desire not to mow me down got the better of him and slowed him down quite a bit. Then I got a little cocky.. I decided to just go for it one day and ran full force toward him.. The collision that resulted landed me about a good 6 feet back from him flat on my back.. oh well. Like I said it was a bad idea.
Being short does have it’s advantages.. I have to buy less yarn… but that is sort of counter intuitive for a yarn collector..
Just for fun..
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