I’ve fallen a thousand times in a thousand places, but it manages to surprise me still.
I was trundling (I don’t use that word nearly enough) innocently down the hill to work, latte in hand, new iPod Touch playing nothing less than Kenny Loggins’ “Footloose” as I prepared mentally for two days of busyness and mental fatigue.
I was wearing FULL SHOES… yes, complete boots, warm and practical and Mom-approved.
I was being CAREFUL… it snowed last night, so things were a bit “fluid” out there.
But it didn’t help, evidently, because I hit an icy patch and was airborne in seconds flat.
Which is also how I landed on my knee, which caused my jeans to rip and the sidewalk to skin me right open. I’m hobbling now.
I won’t even mention how stiff my neck just got.
Oh, and the graceful latte is now just half-full, and it was mere seconds old.
I’m a little grrrr right now, so I will be doing things to try and cheer myself up today.
What a start back to the whole thing….
As they say on the pr0n boards:
“This thread is useless without pics.”
As I’d say to anyone hanging out on a porn board: “Honey, you can’t AFFORD pics.”
cmon… just a little pic of a latte soaked knee scrape?
On the premium membership site.
I fall like that every single friggin’ winter, usually ruining a perfectly good pair of jeans. I’m waiting for this year’s grand ass-cracking…er…you know what I mean…
I assume that, as you were sitting on the ground, you turned to the nearest person and said:
“Please, Louise, Pull me off of my knees”
Darren, that is my favourite comment EVER. You have to win something for that.
I’ll take Kevin Bacon’s jacket from the movie’s final dance scene. It’s probably just languishing in a Planet Hollywood in Ottumwa, Iowa.