You know the nearer your destination, the more you slip slidin' away...

Our backyard is not yet landscaped, which means it is dirt. Clay, actually.

The day before yesterday, it rained, so that clay/dirt was mud. Slick mud.

My mom walked back there looking for our hose nozzle. As usual, she was wearing smooth-bottom flip flops.

Many of you know my mom is, shall we say, balance-challenged with a side of clumsiness.

I am not sure exactly what happened, but she came in laughing, covered in mud. Unfortunately, I did not get a picture of her, but CSI Bozeman did get crime scene photos.

You can see the slide of the flip flop, and a deep handprint to the left. There is also a handprint to the right.