I was just trying to add a little personal excitement to a lengthy Disney World trip with three really little children. From there, things just sort of snowballed for the next year or so. But I’m still here to tell the story so all’s well, right? Oh, and be sure to check out part two of this one because “the best way to erase the memory of a stupid stunt is to do something even stupider to overshadow it; at least that’s my theory.
So, I very narrowly avoided death and possibly even decapitating myself, which would have been really embarrassing; you’d think I’d be satisfied and go home to park myself on the couch for the rest of day/evening but I was far from done. Feeling rather cat like I surely had several more lives to play with before I called it a day.
