Enviable grace
I've been getting a lot of mileage out of the "enviable grace" part of my novel's Booklist review. Every time I tell a friend or family member about it they say, "Your writing, sure. Otherwise, not so much." Or they just howl with laughter. They have a point.
Last night as I was walking to class I was chatting with my cousin Megan. As I inhale, a teeny tiny bug flies up my left nostril.
"A bug just flew up my nose!" I tell Megan.
I fumble in my bag for a tissue so I can blow the damn thing out but two second later I feel it go down my throat.
"Ack! It just slid down my throat. I ate a bug!"
Megan grew up with me, so she is unfazed. She's witnessed worse.
"I was hungry," I tell her. "I guess it counts as protein."
A few minutes later I tell her I need to stop inside a store and get a pre-class snack.
"What? The bug wasn't enough for you?" she asks.
"No, it wasn't."
So there you have it. Enviable grace in motion. Admittedly, the bug flying up my nose wasn't intentional, but my accidents rarely are. I didn't jump on a rusty nail on purpose (Do you remember that, Megan? Of course you do, because we were playing follow the leader and YOU were leading and yet I ended up in the hospital with blood poisoning. Of course, you did give me a My Little Pony mirror to make up for it. Sweet!)