Gimme a Handstand

It's no surprise, I love me some handstands. 

Exhibit A - Handstands in the streets of Greece

Exhibit B - Handstands on the beach in Australia

Exhibit C - Working out handstands

Anytime. Anywhere. I. LOVE. Handstands.

Now, sometimes I am very great at them.  And sometimes it's a little bit of a hoot and a holler as I fall on my face - or flip over backwards and land on my back - which I have done more than once.   Tonight as I walked into the bedroom to wish my sweetheart goodnight {early to bed, early to rise} he was on the phone with Linny.  "What shall I do?" I wondered to myself, not wanting to make the long trip back downstairs just to come back up.  Then it HIT me! I took one look at our new, luxurious, tall, huge king bed and thought. "I bet I could do a handstand against that bed and flip onto the top."  And so it goes... without thinking I did it! {This is often how I end up hurt, the lack of thinking.} A second of screaming and laughing later as I slipped right off the bed onto my head, I was up to try again. Before I could get three of my new trick under my belt I heard Ben start to open the door as he said, "I am not sure, I bet she is doing handstands." {Linny must have heard my hooting and hollering.} Yes, yes I was. 

Now please ignore my laundry that needs to be folded in the corner and my super awesome outfit and be awed by the amazing-ness of handstand-ing onto a bed and trying to figure out how to get down safely.
It's so funny to me!