At least, I hope.
I'm sure I have tons of stories floating around to get back on track, but there's a pressing one. Less than 12 hours old in fact.
At 7:10 am this morning I fell down some stairs.
As fits my existence, it wasn't even an awesome fall, with even an iota of grace. My feet came out from under me, thanks to about a millimeter of ice, and I went down on my ass. And then proceeded to go down that way for the duration of the stairs, about seven steps or so. I also managed to hurt my arm in the process, I think I must have gotten it caught under me as I went down or trying to stop the "slide" down or something.
What a way to start my day, huh? Couldn't even fall in a way that got me out of work, either. Though I did file a report just in case there was any lingering effects besides the big ass (no pun intended) bruise and a scraped up ego. Which there won't be.
My only saving grace is that nobody saw it happen. Of course, I'm now proceeding to ruin that by telling the effin' world all about it.
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay. Bruised bum, bit sad, but better than "I died in a lavatory, a long long time ago".
ReplyDeleteThat's nuthin. Imaging semi-falling down stairs that have no ice or anything slippery on them. And scraping up your knuckles on the stucco that lines one side of the stairs. That takes a special kind of talent.
ReplyDeleteOh, missed your blogging; glad you're back.
Well you gotta brag about it, start claiming someone pushed you... a ninja maybe. Hope the posterior gets better soon
ReplyDeleteYou sure know how to make a grand (re)entrance.
ReplyDeleteI was actually thinking about you and how long it's been since a post while driving in this morning. Sorry about your ass but yay for you writing again! :)
ReplyDeleteGlad to have ya back.
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