You know that moment when you're mid air, leaping from Pluto to Mars and you wonder if S(capitol S)pace will hold you up this time? And then you forget about that because you wonder why you even jumped in the first place - is all this REALLY necessary???
Then you realized you were PUSHED!!??!!??
I just passed a space sign that said "Deep Space Motherhood."
And it all makes sense. I'll consider myself lucky if I only break my legs when I land because certainly there will be some alien banshees in Miss Me jeans to usher me in with screams of how lame my jump was and I'll be all "DUDE!! You pushed me!!!" and they'll just huff and storm off, like, totally irritated.