So this morning after singing for Jesus and taking a stroll with Cooper down at Red Bud Isle, I met up with a friends at Mozart’s. It was the perfect Sunday afternoon by the water to sip iced tea and work. I brought along the memoirs I’m ghost writing and while we chatted and worked there was a sudden, SPLAT! I looked down to find green, yellow, and white bird shit in a perfect round splatter all over my papers. I mean, I know my writing wasn’t so good, but Mother Nature, Please! It was a first draft! I’m going to revise! I was pissed until I realized that the shit was a few mere inches from being on me, and suddenly the whole situation didn’t seem so bad. I’m pretty good with running with the punches when it comes to embarrassing moments, but I’m not sure how much I would have laughed off bird shit.
I should also mention that while yesterday’s walk was a huge success, every muscle in my legs hates me today. I think my body even produced new muscles over night just so they could hurt today.