Do you remember how to skip?

You know, "skipping"...

hop skip hop la la head tilting back and forth, flowers in hand preferably to school in an old wooden building - huh?

No, seriously I was walking back to the office down the long empty hallway, because it's Friday and thought to myself, "Self? This would be a good hallway to skip across."

So I started to a little, but was afraid to fully commit because...why? Seriously, I mean, what was I afraid of? Falling? There wasn't anybody around. I'm not wary of anyone questioning my sexuality because I'm comfortable in my hetero/metrosexual skin and I bet macho men skip by themselves when the wife goes to sleep - but maybe I was afraid that skipping really doesn't serve a purpose unless you're Laura Ingalls from Little House On The Prairie. Maybe I stopped because when you're older, anything that expends more energy than necessary is definitely a no-no because we need to conserve our energy should the young ones decide to eat us or shuffle us off to convalescent homes.

And then when I got back inside the office, I wanted to ask everybody if they remembered how to skip but they we're all talking about something wonderful KushCash development-wise, so I didn't mention anything. I imagined that an office full of guys and and girls skipping around desks would be funny and maybe the equivalent of when you ask a right-handed person to throw a baseball with their left hand. Many yuk yuks usually ensue.

So, here I am now, hunched over and pecking away on the KushCash blog with "The Sexy Never Left" title that I should change, because now it's not as funny, if it was ever at all.

And that's all folks. It's Friday at 5:32 in the p.m., in the O.C., 02/09/07 in the "21C".

Stick a fork in me - I'm done.