Skydiving is on my list of things to do before I kick.

A couple years ago, I was ready to go for it until I saw an article about a woman who made the leap and landed FACE FIRST in a gravel parking lot.

I wish I could ask her some vital questions.

Are tiny rocks permanently embedded in your pores?
Was the rush worth the pain?
Have you made any subsequent jumps?

For my b-day this year, I got a certificate for a jump from my hubbie. Prepaid.

Before I made the call, I thought about the woman and her face.

I decided to go for it, anyway. Taking a risk means sometimes you fall on your face in a big way. Like from an airplane.

Maybe, I’ll wear a hockey mask.