Fat Girls Can't Jump & I'm Hungry

Fat Girls Can't Jump

After Tim stopped laughing he expressed that he was very disappointed that a video camera or even still shots were not taken of what I'm about to tell you. Sorry Tim. You'll just have to use your imagination. It was bad enough that the girls and their friends were present for my performance.

Picture a beautiful spring afternoon, all the kids sitting around the trampoline and they are begging the hippest aunt/mom in the whole world to climb on the trampoline and show them some really kool moves. I finally gave in, knowing that if I didn't, they would all be totally crushed. (Shut up, I didn't crush anyone, yet)

I got in the middle of the trampoline, jumped a little, loving that they were all cheering me on! (go kaye go kaye go kaye) I didn't want to "wow" them from the very start, so I started off small. Jump, Jump, Jump a little higher and decided to land on my rearend.

I HIT THE GROUND BELOW THE TRAMPOLINE WITH A THUD AS LOUD AT THUNDER.

I sat there for a minute...climbed off...and said to the kids...Fat Girls Can't Jump, then went into the house and cried, cause that freaking hurt my boootay.

And now...

It's almost lunch time, I'm being very impatient... I'm hungry.

This is all I could find in the funeral home to eat.

I'm gonna be strong and wait for lunch.

Signed,
My bootay still hurts
Kaye

P.S. I'm thinking about having Tim bring home the tractor or backhoe, so that he may dig me a pit under the trampoline so that I may jump!

No I'm not, I just want some yard work done and thought that he might bring home the big dawg equipment if I teased him with a little trampoline action.