Remember how I kinda sorta lied to you guys a couple days ago? I said one teensy thing that wasn’t true, and the Crusader challenge was to see if you could figure out what it was? Ringing a bell? Ok good. Today I get to reveal the lie!
I do live on a lake. An unfenced lake. In Florida. It’s a small, man-made lake, but it’s a lake nonetheless.
I do in fact have mango trees in the backyard that are fully in bloom.
There are plenty of wasps buzzing around, but I didn’t try to take of a picture of them because, you know, I’m not crazy. Rather, the lie was in this sentence:
At the softest quack of a duck, my dog takes off like a bat out of hell,
sprinting toward the water (faster than my former-gymnast legs can keep up), a
steady stream of bark-laden warnings–nay, obscenities–escaping his little
doggy lips.
My dog will take off after ducks (as well as squirrels, birds, lizards or anything else that happens to cross his path), and I do struggle to keep up, but, alas, I was never a gymnast. I danced and swam, played soccer and tennis, and even ran track for a bit, but no real gymnastics classes for me. I did take a few tumbling classes when I was eight, but Mary Lou Retton I was not.
(Although I can still do a mean cartwheel.)
P.S. If you haven’t already, head on over to the lovely Alicia’s blog and enter her giveaway! She’s giving away five prizes!
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