Those of you that are long-time readers may remember when I did a lovely swan-dive off the concrete steps, landing on the stone embedded concrete slabs beneath. Oh what fun! What grace! What the hell was I thinking? Lest you think I indulge in such frivolous activities on a regular basis, let me assure you that although I am a klutz, I usually take extra caution around very dangerous surfaces. Like concrete. Embedded with stones.
This evening, I had a standing ovation as I fell up the concrete steps and slid back down, bouncing off the stone-embedded concrete slabs below. The reason I bounced? I am a bouncy sorta gal, which is a nice way of saying i got extra junk in more than my trunk. I do not, however, have extra junk on my kneecap, as I was reminded earlier.
From whence came the standing ovation? My Shaddow, Ziggee, and some friend of their's that has taken to playing, running, sleeping (in short, living) with them gave me extra special standing ovations. By special standing ovation, I mean that they were on all fours. By extra special standing ovations, I mean that they rushed over to lick me, which means that they really really like me.
At least that's what I think giving tongue means.