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not a gazelle

Monkey thinks the word "no" is hilarious. He also considers it an open invitation to continue what he's doing, but with more speed and destruction. It's impossible to chase him around 100% of the time so we came up with a different solution. We blocked off the entire front room with a massive gate. This gate is great. Now Monkey can't get the computer, drums, piano, bookshelf, file cabinets, (me, on occassion.) It's been a complete saver of energy and frustration. The only problem? It has no opening. It's up ALL the time. So we've become constant gate steppers.

This became a painful problem yesterday. While sitting at the computer, I heard the phone ringing in the other room. Really not that big of deal, but I know I only have so much "Play that Funky Music White Boy" (my ringtone) before I miss the call. And in my moment of hurry I decide that it's a great idea to take the gate at a gazelle-type leap.

Great idea? Right?

But then -mid leap- I remember that I have the agility and coordination of a tap dancing walrus. My shin went crashing into gate on the way over, and I was lucky not to face plant on the other side.

Needless to say, I missed the call. And it will be awhile before I consider doing any more graceful leaping.

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