Last night was the boys' football banquet. It's a fabulous affair with 50 boys and 35 girls who have all worked incredibly hard as players and cheerleaders being appropriately feted by their proud parents.
The food is less ambitious. Pizza and catered salad isn't the most inspiring meal but it's an economical way to feed 85 children and their families.
The only thing we have to contribute is dessert. I made the most amazing cookies - Reese's Peanut Butter cup minis wrapped in chocolate chip cookies.
It's been cold here lately - and it's snowed about an inch a night for the past few nights - but it generally melts during the day.
So as I headed out to the car with the cookies on a plate it was a little bit slippery. The kids were running around like nuts so I called to them to be careful.
As I approached the car I could tell that something was very wrong. Mainly I was trying to stop but my body was still moving. That is to say my feet were still moving. My upper body was remaining exactly where it was - except for the fact that it was plummetting as my feet flew out from under me. I landed with a HUGE thud on the ice. The cookies flew up in the air and landed all around me.
Four of them landed on the tinfoil that had been covering them.
My LOVING children, seeing me fall and the cookies scattered to the four corners did what any sweet angelic children would do - they CAWED like birds and dove on the cookies like a robin on a worm.
"Cookies!" they called, "Save the cookies."
I didn't move - not trusting myself to get up. And also, my ass was throbbing.
Finally the kids cleared out, I put the ruined cookies back on the plate, put one hand flat on the snow to push myself up and managed to rise looking hopefully slightly less pathetic than I felt.
Although perhaps not because the kids, having swallowed the last bites of edible cookie finally asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yes." I nodded and hobbled back to the house to dump the cookies in the trash.
Luckily there was no shortage of desserts at the banquet.
But my ass is still tender as can be.
There's a great comment in here somewhere, but I'm too polite to let it come out.
Sorry about the cookies too.
Posted by: joeinvegas | February 07, 2013 at 10:31 AM
You know what they say, cookies goeth before the fall. (You might want to go easy on the ass-massages for a little while though.)
Posted by: Dawn | February 07, 2013 at 12:35 PM
Reading this makes my own ass twinge.
A few years ago, I had to run a few chores right before Christmas (it was either the 23rd or the 24th, so we're talking RIGHT before Christmas), but the weather was not kind . . . some kind of wintery mix that was freezing as soon as it got on the ground.
I got out of my truck and went to cross the street, in town, when I saw a car that was sliding just a little bit. I braced myself, ready to get going in whatever was necessary to allow myself to get out of the way. But, I didn't need to do anything to avoid the car -- but my heart rate was still up, and I took my first step without being careful, and my feet went right out from under me.
Six months later, I was finally able to say that I wasn't plagued, daily, by the broken coccyx -- but when the weather gets cold....well, I feel this twinge at the base of my back.
Posted by: DaddyRunsALot | February 08, 2013 at 09:03 AM
I did that down a flight of stairs, prego with #2, on a weekend when my doc was out of town I was freaking. Hope the cookies were good and you're ok!
Posted by: Jen @ Eco-Office Gals | February 08, 2013 at 01:20 PM