Hopefully my move WILL take place if I don't end up killing myself in the process.
Picture it...a 50+ woman going down a flight of very steep stairs carrying a heavy green bin. She flips gracefully into the air, ass over tea kettle (abour 8 steps) landing on her (don't remember) at the bottom of the stairs.
Now, stairs and I have NEVER been the best of friends, especially when I've had a few cocktails. But I only had coffee this morning. And it was my own fault for wearing what my daughter calls my "lazy shoes" (clogs). But now I'll have to drop out of the Ms. Pretty Legs Contest. Nothing was broken (I SWEAR God takes care of babies and idiots) fortunately, but my tibia, otherwise known as my shin, was ripped up pretty bad and I think I may have a mild concussion because my nose bled and I have a headache. So much for moving anymore boxes today (I only have 3 or 4 left to go). I went to CVS and got Neosporin, non-adhering bandages, gauze and Hydrogen Peroxide. Oh the pain and agony of that stuff as I poured it over my boo-boo.
So now that I was able to entertain everyone (I hope you all had as much of a good laugh as I did), I'm going to my bed and staying there for my own safety. I only wish I had a video of it so I could watch myself in slo-mo).
This concludes my 7,000th post at Pet of the Day.
*sigh*
12/02
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