This morning I learnt that dollar flip-flops ain't got no traction on wet wood.


Funny thing is, I had just showed B how the black leopard print on my green flip-flops was wearing off & I was singing,
"I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home..."
and then I told him I was going out to the growhouse to "get grounded".


did I get grounded.

Hit the first of 3 deck steps and...

<----- 'Cept I didn't get up quite so quickly...

For a split-second I didn't know iffin I was able to get up or not.
I'ze fine...just some scrapes & prolly widdle bruises.
And I think after cleaning up in here we're gonna go out & rent a movie or 2 & come back & do nothing in the rain...

Oh. And I pulled out the vetiver

and made some more coffee (paradoxically, cuz I'ze backwards I reckon, coffee in moderation is very grounding for me.

)

Oh yeah... I got my

soaking wet when I landed on it.
