caroling

Falling and hurting myself is very near and dear to my heart. You see, one of the first emails I sent to theMonica detailed how, whilst making the long trek from parking lot to office, I slipped in an icy alley and went crashing to my knees . . . really hard. However, hearing there was someone approaching me from behind, I didn't want to look hurt (ok, I did want this lady to see me crying) so I quickly jumped up and hobbled off as if no worse for the wear. theMonica's reply was, essentially, "ROTFLMAO!" Apparently this combination of clumsy hilarity was just the right mix to win her over. And the rest, as they say, is history.

In honor of the event and the icy alley season that is now upon us northern types, he is a couple of verses sung to the tune of "Deck the Halls":

Tis the season to be fallin'
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Hardened asphalt comes a-callin'
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Down we go our limbs asunder
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Bodies hit, bones crack like thunder

Lot looks plowed this should be so nice
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Here we go; Look out! It's black ice!
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Bought new shoes but still I'm slippin'
whoah-a-whoah-a-whoah-a-ouch-ouch-ouch
Can't seem to miss my daily trippin'
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