Well, it happened again. This morning it wasn’t my own klutziness that was the cause but instead a dog. We were out in the dog run, it still being very early morning, and I was walking with the dogs and, in particular, attempting to usher a precious little Golden Retriever mix to the grass so she would go pee already. Well, she got in between my feet and made me fall. And naturally, I hadn’t made it to the grass yet so I fell down, with a huge thud and a very loud UGH, on the brick walkway. All the dogs rushed around me and the Golden Retriever sat closest to me, looking guilty and sad. I surveyed the damage: a scraped knee, scraped hand and a sore and throbbing left boob. That one had taken the brunt of the impact.
As I sat there collecting myself, I realized that once again my big boobs had saved my face from hitting the pavement. The last time I was walking through a parking lot, not looking where I was going and tripped over one of the cement tire-stoppers and fell (almost) face-first. That time was a lot more bloody. That time I had to get the popcorn-counter-guy at the movie theater to get me band-aids. Today I just needed a little peroxide for the scrapes.
I sat thinking about all the years that I curse my endowment, yet today I was thanking God for giving me my double D’s. These soft mammary pillows-turned-air-bags once again protected my face. Thank you Lord, and may I add, Hallelujah for my big tits!