Curse You, SlimFast! and other tales..

A couple of weeks ago, my mom and I went down to Murray to visit my sister and take her shopping for her birthday. As my mother and I shared some laughs on the drive down, I noticed that my ribs hurt whenever I laughed. "What could be the cause of this discomfort?" I wondered in agony (okay, not agony, more like mild soreness). Suddenly, the answer came as I remembered an event of the previous day.

Rewind! Rrrrwwwrr.

The day before, Amanda and I had gone to Sam's Club, where I picked up a case of SlimFast, which I occasionally drink for breakfast. The important part of the story is the fact that I picked it up...and just kept on holding it. I did just fine from the shelf to the checkout, since the two are pretty close together. The problem came after checking out, when we saw my mom near the exit. As we stopped to chat, I discovered the need to readjust my hold on the case of SlimFast several times. It didn't help when my mother decided it would be humorous to push down on the case, which almost made me fall over. Anyway, we eventually made it out to the car, and I didn't think much of it until the next day, when I discovered that I had bruised ribs, which hurt every time I laughed (which, incidentally, caused my mother to find extra opportunities to make me laugh). Curse you, SlimFast!

Tale 2: When we got to my sister's apartment, we noticed a small grouping of ducks on one side of the parking lot. After slowing to observe the ducks, we noticed ducks on the other side of the parking lot, waiting to cross and join the other ducks. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, ducks began to appear! Ducks! Ducks! All together, there were between 20 and 30 ducks. Being overly dramatic as I am, I started yelling "Ducks! Ducks!" and my sister, who was waiting outside for us to pick her up, called me and told us to just start driving. We hesitated because we were concerned for the safety of the swarm of ducks that had by this point surrounded the car in a most menacing fashion. We couldn't even honk the horn because the one in my mom's car doesn't work! We decided to slowly roll forward and, despite a plethora of protesting quacks, the ducks began to move and we were soon able to move forward and pick up my sister.

Of course, it was fabulous to see Heather, as always. I'm glad we survived the duck ambush so we could have that experience.