Cari-ism #648
Ever felt bouncy?
Last night, leaving Doyle's, I had a bouncy moment. Maybe I had a cheerleading flashback, maybe Sherry's Pooh blanket rubbed off on me, I'm sure I'll never know.
Regardless, one thing is certain. My cheerleading days are long gone. Not only can I no longer kick my leg over my head without displacing at least 5 vertebrae, but when performing a simple herkie jump, I managed to kick my own hand hard enough to bruise it and break a nail.


