oh shin

ouch. why might my shins be sore one would ask? i had a scuffle with a grocery cart and i clearly lost. today was the bbq/garden party which was quite nice... i ate too much. getting ready for the event i had to make an emergency run to the store for pineapple and some other odds and ends. not so many things that i couldn't carry, but at check out they gave me a cart even though i didn't have one upon entering the checkout line. ok, i thought, this will be easier than juggling everything. sure, why not? i drove my cart out to the car and started unloading. but apparently for some reason the parking lot in the flattest town you can imagine is deceivingly slanted and my cart rolled away without me. it wasn't going very fast, and it was actually heading straight for the cart return. amused, i watched for a second, then realized that it was veering for a parked truck. so i ran, no sprinted, after it. in flip flops. and flung myself at it at the last second smashing both shins into it somehow and landing and skidding on my butt. and then we crashed into the truck anyway. hopefully it was already dinged there... i still don't understand how it could pick up speed like that. that shopping cart was joy-riding i say. confounded cargo-bearing contraption...

and by the way... sorry, no good nephew-related stories to share. they ended up not being able to come. such a let down, i know. but look on the bright side, i didn't have to grow a mustache.