
This morning, after I dropped Drew off at the Stroms' house, I parked my car in the school lot and got out, holding my coffee. I reached to open the passenger door to grab my bag, but failed to realize that I was standing on a sheet of ice. With my coffee in one hand, and my keys in the other, I watched my feet slide farther and farther apart, until I was in the full-fledged splits position. Now, I have never been able to do the splits, even before I was pregnant and out of shape. So, for me to do them today was not natural in the least bit. Unfortunately, my friend pulled up just in time to see the horrific sight of me trying to haul myself back up. It was not pretty. Thank goodness I didn't bust open my pants. And no, there are no pictures for this posting. I have a feeling my body is going to hurt tomorrow.













