Forbidden fruit is always the best kind, especially when it's shared between friends and siblings.
This "forbidden fruit" came in the guise of a trampoline belonging to our next door neighbour, a neighbour I might add who's home is about to be foreclosed on and the property is now vacant.
Yes, I know, this is technically trespassing but as the kids were told a while back they could use the trampoline anytime they wanted, we took a little liberty and hoped the invite extended to circumstances like foreclosure. Megawatt wants to offer to buy the trampoline. I'm not too sure how I feel about that.
The Little Imp was not altogether too sure about the trampoline. In my eyes, this is a good thing. An ounce of warniness equals no trips to the ER to treat broken bones!
Despite her unease, she managed to catch a tiny bit of air...
...and then a little more with big sister's help!
Shhhhh, don't tell anyone, but I am so tempted to go over there and bounce on it myself. But with my luck, one of two things would happen; I'd fall ass over teakettle and break something or the realtor who is listing the house will show up with someone wanting to look at it and there I'd be, the rotund lady from next door, making a jackass out of herself on the trampoline. I might not have gotten caught soaking my boobs in the lobster pot, but mark my words, my luck is only going to hold out for so long! I'd love to appear in the local paper...but would like it to be for my writing or photography and not in the police blotter under the headline, "Local Woman Booked on Trespassing Charges After Being Caught Jumping on Neighbours Trampoline."
Just the same...that annoying little voice inside my head is whispering, "Go on now, just jump!"
Just the same...that annoying little voice inside my head is whispering, "Go on now, just jump!"
