My mom (a.k.a Marmi, a.k.a. the woman you'd never guess was 62 years old...) found this crazy ball for the kids to play with and when I got home from taking the kids to Desperaux (see the "Latest Movie I've Seen" section of my blog), we found this waiting for us in the driveway.
Now - technically - this is a kids toy, but after watching them roll down the hill in it a few times, I figured I just had to give it a shot. Man...it took some courage for me to tolerate the maniacal laughter of my precious 2nd grade niece and 3-year-old nephew as they rolled me around in it.
But it was good for me!
And you would just die laughing if you could have seen my wacky static electricity hair afterwards.
Nothing like celebrating the birth of the baby Jesus by rolling down a small hill in a big ol' Bucky Ball. (And then blogging about it hours later, with a Jameson's in one hand...after setting up all the stockings for the kids.)
Have I mentioned that Life is really crazy and a bit of a wild ride (that occassionally makes me moderately nauseous) but is still really good? Remind me of that "good" part when I get all angst-i-fied on my blog in another week - ok?