Woah. I’m two for three…or second down…or…(insert sports terminology here) whatever means that it’s been three days and I’m dropping another post. Awesome. Feel free to continue leaving your incredibly witty and sweet comments down there for the Googlicious Giveaway…and kudos to you guys for eeking Inside…Out ever closer to the magic-#25 “likes” on Facebook. You guys rock.
My male readers will be happy to note that I caught Monty Python & the Holy Grail the other night on some cable channel I’d never known existed. I think the network was I-B-S…no, wait. That stands for irritable bowel syndrome…maybe it was I-B-C? I-A-C?? Not sure now…but I'm pretty sure it had a “C”. ANYWAY. Such guy-humor…and such a freakin’ hoot.
Which brings me to a connection I made today: My office is the equivalent to 1 ½ Avenue-blocks from the municipal lot where I park my car. That equals like, 16 city blocks. Okay, I’m lying….but wait. I have to walk the length of half a football field (sometimes) to get to these uber-steep stairs and there are 147 of them. Okay, I’m exaggerating…but it is steep. Then I have to walk along the sidewalk, which is paved with this stone that is horribly uneven and requires me to stare intently at the ground and watch every single step, or I’ll twist my ankle and go down like a sacked quarterback. (WTF is with me and the sports references?? Maybe it’s guy-payback for that beauty post I did a while back…) So, I walk and I stare at my feet…’cause I’m in heels, don’t you know, snow and ice be damned. And yes, I know I could do the change-into-work-shoes-that-I-stash-under-my-desk but that’s not who I am. You should know this by now.
It takes forever to walk from my car to the office…so you can imagine how much longer it feels when I’m heading back to my car at the end of the day. Remember that scene in Monty Python where the king is on his quest and he walks out of the woods to cross the field and they keep looping the film back to have him walking the same distance over and over…and over again?? And they play a gong every time they repeat it? That’s how I feel when I’m walking down to my car…I’m intently staring at my feet...and when I look up? The end of the block keeps getting further and further away.
Just like Monty-Freakin’-Python…
See? I told you it would all make sense.