I would be most afraid of the stair-part. By the time I was ready to zip, I would have already made a huge scene, screaming and crying and sitting on my bottom waving my arms (kind of like the throwing a fit smiley....)My loved ones would be hiding somewhere.
Sometimes being afraid of stairs and bridges is a good thing. Stairs remind one to never again contemplate zip lining. Or committing to do things one has never ever heard of just because Cedar wants to do it.
The fire department would have to come and get me off. It would not be pretty. It is not the image I am trying to cultivate.
Then they might have to call my sister, as remotely next of kin, if indeed I did expire, which I believe I might.
No. It is not the image I have in mind to cultivate. *Please refer back to the picture of Cedar with her D H. That is closer to what I have in mind for myself.
No. No Zip lining. Not at all.
COPA (Back in bed, at the mere thought.)
