Last weekend I was heading to a blue hockey line where I saw Skate Dad working on his 60 revolution 2 foot spins. When he headed off to the far end of the rink, I started doing my forward edges. Before I could get even one finished, he was back at the blue line, and nearly ran into me.
I might as well, be standing still, I'm so slow.
But classy. Like a fine wine….or cheese….or a double wide trailer with a gas fireplace. (wink, wink)
Classy, like an expensive champagne and gourmet chocolates. And not slow at all.
ReplyDeleteIf you're talking about yourself, my congratulations!
ReplyDeleteIf you're talking about me….why thank you!