Confused this morning
Which isn't that much of a surprise. For a second, I'm usually confused in the morning as I wake up and say, "Is that clock really right?" and even more popular, "What day is it?"However, today's confusion was because my right leg was sore and my forearm seemed to have a bruise. Just for a second I couldn't figure it out. Then I remembered.
I fell up the stairs.
Yes. Up the stairs.
For those of you who know me, you know that I can be a bit of a klutz sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I never grew out of the awkward stage. Yesterday, I took it to a whole new level. To describe the house that we live in, originally there was a basement apartment. That's where I spend most of my time, in the basement, where my room is located. I float between the living room and my room. There are stairs that lead up to the back door, then a 180 degree turn to a four more step up into the kitchen.
Anyways, I was walking up the steps to get upstairs when my foot caught on the step. That started a massive chain reaction of things, none of which were good. I tried desperately to catch myself. The action of my desperate flailing only led to crashing into the wall, bouncing off of the wall, crashing into the next wall, banging my forearm on the ledge, tripping on the next step, which caused me to go head first out of the back door, where I crashed into a chair and the table on the back patio. I was fortunate as I very easily could have put my hand through the glass table.
I was sitting there laughing weakly at myself, when I saw my dog standing at the back door. I swear he was laughing too. Getting up, I dusted myself off and proceeded to walk back in the house. Joey greeted me, and that little shit must have thought that I was playing because he had gone and found his ball. I ignored him and walked slowly up the stairs. My mother saw me and said:
"Well, that was a good one, wasn't it?"
She didn't see me, she heard it.
posted by Rusty @ 6:48 AM
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