Derek and I had an "incident" yesterday. Derek is my scooter, for questions I refer you to the fine cinematic masterpiece Zoolander. Anyway, Derek y Karla were out scoping the hood, (this is the point where you imagine me, the bike helmet ext... ) I turned around a corner on 48th street and I saw a 5 year old kid in the middle of the road. Now, I am no good at guessing kids ages for all I know he could have been 2 or 10. I digress, a small being none the less. Now, I am a solid block away from him and I went to go around him. This involves me shifting some body weight, and a look accross my face kind of like Michael Jordan (before he became the baseball player) when he had talent and played for the Bulls, when he is making a jump shot. Only on a 5'1'' white girl...with a helmet. Seriously, tongue out the whole nine yards. Here is this kid and as I am getting closer you can see the realization of "Oh my God, this spaz is coming right at me." He stood his ground, I unintentionally stood mine. As I got closer and closer I yelled in a voice TOTALLY unlike my own "Kid, get out of the way!!!" I voice raised about 3 octives. Maybe I don't need voice lessons to expand my range, apparently fear is a powerful motivator. All of this to say, kid is fine, Derek is still in recovery and me, I am taking turning lessons.
Today, I found a $80 Ann Taylor scarf in a recycle bin at work, it TOTALLY made working on the birthday worth it.