Last night...er, evening, I went to Matt's house to watch him wash his car for an hour. I am a clean person, but he is a clean freak. Goodness, my car would have been washed in 15 minutes and it would have met my standards of clean. I hope I never have to clean anything to his standards.
After his car was squeaky clean, we decided to venture a construction area in his neighborhood. As we walked near the construction area, I knew it wouldn't be "Kaila-friendly." In other words, it would require an ounce of athletic ability to not hurt oneself; an ounce which I don't have. There was a large slope where trees once were, but were cleared out due to flooding. We began walking down the slope and it was apparent it had rained recently. It wasn't super muddy, just in spots.
When we had made it as far as we could without getting too dirty, I decided we should head back up. Of course, we had to find the only muddy area to walk through. I decided Matt should lead, because me leading would not end well. He jumped over a small area to avoid a large muddy area, then held his hand out for me. I jumped, slipped, then landed on solid ground. Without Matt, I would have been covered in mud. Luckily, with him helping me, I only slipped a little.
Here is the damage done:
You know, I really don't understand why I am so uncoordinated. I played volleyball for six years, bowled for ten, and was an avid runner at one time. I guess that doesn't mean much. I just hope my future husband has an ounce of coordination so my future children at least have a chance. All I'm hoping for is a slight chance at this point.
Next step for the evening, cleaning my shoes. They will probably not be clean to Matt's standards, but that's okay. He stays with me for more than my (lack of) cleanliness. :)
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