The Barbie Scooter

Last week, I walked my 2 oldest girls to school, Whitney road a scooter, and she decides I should just take her scooter home for her. So, after kisses and byes, I turn around to go home. In hand I hold the barbie scooter, and it starts calling my name. So what do I do? What any 30+ year old would do, I jump on and start riding the 2 blocks to my home.

At first, I am doing great, just cruising along, feeling free and feeling quite cool... Have you riden one? They are quite fun, ...well really fun until .....BAM BOOM CRASH!!!!

You would have thought that I ran into a pot hole, as I flew through the air and onto my tummy! Yes I crashed! A dad stopped to see if I was okay. Sure I said with blood on my hands and ankles. It wasn't so much the physical wounds that did me in, it was the kids across the street pointing and laughing at me! Sad sad....mean little stinkers, laughing at the old lady on the scooter!Well I brushed myself off, and I did mount that little scooter again, and finished my last block, bloody and with a shot ego. Well, maybe next time I'll just push the scooter home, um, then again... maybe not.