I don't know, for sure not me. I got out of bed this morning and caught my foot in a sheet and fell flat on my face. I was just about standing straight up and slipped backwards when my other foot slipped on a slipper. Now you know how it is when you first get out of bed, you just have to go to the bathroom so bad, you almost run. Let me tell you, I no longer had to run, so I am not a Babe.
Out to the kitchen, put a pot of coffee on and smelled the fresh coffee just waiting for my nice blue mug. Pouring it I walked to the living and a kid left his small pack with strings just peeking out enough to catch my big toe, over the laundry basket of his filled with books, coffee everywhere and I crushed the basket. Not a Babe.
I pushed my self off the floor, went to get a wash cloth to clean the coffee up and back to the kitchen for another cup. While out there I thought to get the empty plastic containers off the counter and dump them in the bin. I opened the door and there stood a man. Face to face I screamed and he screamed and I almost made it to the bathroom-again. I didn't expect this visitor so early for repairs. Yup, not a babe.
I knew I should just go back to bed, but I was afraid what would happen if I got up again. Hope you laughed. This is a figment of my imagination.
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