Last night as I was about to go get in the shower, Jon decided to have a “Hopping” contest with me. I’m not sure that it meant to start out as one, but it sure ended as one. With me surpassing him, him blocking my forward motion, which resulted in me grabbing and hanging onto his waist for dear life and trying to not plummet to the ground. He gets in the way of my momentum I tell him!
you say? Yes, that’s what you do when you only have one leg and your
artificial one is propped up against the bedroom wall, you hop! I’ve
become quite the “Mad Hopper”, as Jon likes to call me!
the initial thought of what we just did came into play, I leaned up
against the wall uncontrollably laughing, so hard I couldn’t get my
breath! Jon was laughing, and I was still gasping for breath from the deep
belly laughs! He says, " this has to be quite possibly the most retarded
thing we have ever done." Ha!
says, “You know when we have kids they are going to go to Kindergarten
and show their teacher how to hop.” The teacher will look at them
puzzled asking them where they learned to do that. As they hop around in
circles singing their ABC’s, saying my mommy does it all the time!
I said, well at least they will do great in a sack race!
Jon: No, they won’t! They will have someone holding them up and slowing them down!
Oh, the craziness of my life and how I love every second of it!