Facebook Note from 6/20/2011 ~ "Firefly Story"

While I was walking the dogs I saw a couple of lightening bugs. I decided that to celebrate my first official day of summer break that I would catch some and put them in a jar by my bed like I used to when I was little. I got pretty excited about it actually and started hurrying the dogs so I could get home and get prepared before it got too dark.
Once we got home I went into the garage and it took me forever to find a jar with a lid. I finally found one and then it took me a little while longer to find the pokey thing and a hammer. I poked my lid full of holes and was giggling outloud about how much fun I was going to have and how neat it would be to fall asleep watching the bugs twinkle.
I decided to pour myself a drink and because Toby had run off with one of my shoes when we got home, also decided to go barefoot. I grabbed my drink, my jar, told the dogs how much fun we were going to have. I stepped out the door, stopped and put some grass in my jar.
The scene was really perfect - fire flies lighting up the front yard. Yes, yes, I thought to myself - this is the perfect thing to do to celebrate summer. This was going to be so much fun!
Then, I took two giant leaps after my first fire fly, slipped on dog poop, spilled my drink all over me, shattered my bug jar on the concrete and fell flat on my ass.
The dogs stood deathly still waiting for the tantrum that was sure to follow. Instead, i laid there a minute - or two - one leg bent back behind me, the other to the side, one hand still clutching my empty glass....then absolutely determined to not let my first summer memory be totally destroyed I pointed to the sky and said, "Look boys - it's the big dipper!!"