I'm a jackass. That's no surprise. So last night I fell down the stairs. Um, yeah. I went downstairs to get the mail and I was fumbling with my keys. I thought I was at the bottom of the stairs...but apparently not. I missed two steps and went crumbling to the ground, keys clanking with the metal handrail. It was quite a spectacle. I kind of fell on my left knee, but was able to shift most of my weight towards my right hand so as not to crush my knee on the cement-pavement ground. I fell over and rolled onto my back, then quickly got up and recovered. I couldn't believe it. I just started laughing. Thank God my neighbor Lucy wasn't outside on her porch like she always is. Nobody saw me, even though I made quite a racket with my fall. Hahaha. My knee is still a little tingly, but other than that I'm injury free. Phew. That was a close one. But seriously now. How long have I been living at my place now? Almost two years! TWO YEARS! How could I miss those last steps? How could I be that distracted?! I don't know. I'm just a jackass. A complete jackass.
I fell asleep last night in my rocking chair. I woke up with Carolyn hovering over me, trying to pull my crochet hook out of my hand. I'll bet you my mouth was open too. Me, in my rocking chair, television on, half a blanket on my lap and a crochet hook in hand. All this at 10:45pm. Yes, I am a jackass.
This is what someone just said to me...."You know what I love about you Mollie?...that I'll hand you the creepy baton and instead of dropping it like most people, you'll run like hell with it." Hahaha. Good times.
Posted by Mollie Gamo at September 28, 2005 09:39 AM | TrackBack