In the famous words of Florida Evans

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!
I don't know how much more my body can take! It's happened again. Old Man Winter reached up his icy claws and tripped me. Yes, I fell on the ice AGAIN (See The Fall Jan 08). Once again I had the benefit of the cover of darkness to shield me from any prying eyes, camera phones and possible embarrassment. This time I wasn't running for the bus, but rather trying to partake in a little Saturday night snackage. I mean, is it too much to ask for a girl to be able to get her snack on without bodily injury? After dropping off "the son" at one of his friends house, I realized that my route home would put me directly in the path of a Diary Queen. "UMMM", I thought to myself, "I could get a blizzard"! As I pulled into the parking lot, the excitement for the icy, creamy, goodness that is THE BLIZZARD, began to well up in me. As I approached the door, my foot did slip slightly on a small patch of ice - no doubt frozen melt off from the snow bank a couple feet away. But my mind was focused on one and one thing only. Ice quickly forgotten, I hummed a happy tune as I opened the door. "I'll have a small Heath Blizzard. Thank You." Within minutes I had the Blizzard in my grasp and made for the door. Preoccupied with thoughts of the joy that I was minutes away from experiencing, I bound out the door, heading to my car. As soon as I stepped off of the curb, I felt the sinking, yet familiar feeling of my feet betraying me, as they slipped out from under me. This time, it was not my tights I was worried about but rather the BLIZZARD. "Must protect the Blizzard". As I landed on the SAME knee and SAME hand as Fall #1, I looked down and realized with a triumphant grin that I managed to skillfully land with minimal spillage of the Blizzard. I got up cursing the ice, looked around, brushed myself off and tippy-toed across the lot to my car.

So the countdown to the end of winter has begun. Temperatures will be in the 30's, possibly 40's this week. Old Man Winter's time is coming to an end and perhaps if I'm more diligent I can side-step his icy claws, the next time he tries to trip me.