No, I haven’t taken it up but consider the latest picture. It’s a good thing I haven’t decided that is my new calling. Take a good look at the pole. It’s square. Leave it to me. I’m the only person I know who would grab a square pole. Get your mind out of the gutter William.
I mean there are all kinds of round poles in Memphis, but I grab a square one. A square one. I not only grabbed a square one, but what on earth possessed me to take up a pose that looks like I’m about to break out in a dance. And in those boots too.
I can just see it now. I go to wrap a leg around that damn thing to start a routine and I end up on my ass posthaste. No pun intended there. Not only that, I’m in all white or some variation of that light color. The ground around that location is still damp from all the rain we’ve had lately and if I had been lucky enough to land on the ground, I would have gotten up looking like I had messed in my britches. Like I said that was if I was lucky enough to land there.
If I had managed to hit the concrete, I’m sure I would have broken my tail bone at the very least. Have you ever broken your tailbone? I have. It hurts like hell and to do it twice…I don’t want to even think about it.
So, note to self. The next time I decide to rock an outfit remember to choose my location with a little more common sense. Hey snow may be coming our way. The only thing I would have to worry about there is a wet ass, I hope.