I May Live Under a Rock, But at Least I Didn’t Trip Over It
One of my good friends sent me an e-card this weekend for my birthday. It included this message:
I am well-known in my set for my clumsiness. So, I assumed this was another way of saying, “hope you don’t break your neck after somehow surviving your own ineptitude for 45 years.”
It wasn’t until, 24-hours later, my daughter and I were in the car listening to NPR, and I realized that there was another kind of gravity I was supposed to enjoy.
And it involves George Clooney. (and Sandra Bullock)
Now, that’s my kind of gravity.
Don’t worry, George! I won’t let go!