Rain and the Bus

On Wed. I was on my way to work and had just stepped out of the skytrain station (skytrain is like the subway but above ground) and was on my way to the bus stop, when I see the bus at the corner. I pick up the pace so I can get on this one and do not have to wait in the rain for the next one, only to slip on the curve, land with a resounding thud on my ass, twist my ankle, and bruise my fragile ego. The worst part was that I was wearing a skirt too. I sat there stunned for a moment and gathered what little pride I had and proceeded to hobble up onto the bus. I was so embarrassed and the bus driver kept asking me if I was ok. With my swollen ankle and wet skirt, I manage to feebily reply that I was ok, only to feel completely humiliated on the inside.

That was the start of my day. The day at work was not much better...the dragon lady strikes again. Luckily the saving grace was that my nephew came over, when I got home from work. He is still as cute as ever, a little bit of a munchkin and roly poly. I absolutely adore him to pieces.