(Yes, of course you are!)
I'm 100% ready for the weekend, with nothing planned except reading magazines, relaxing, and resting my beaten-up body. Oh, didn't I tell you? I got my butt kicked last night.
By myself.
You'd think by age 30 I'd have gotten the whole "walking up steps" thing figured out, but I apparently haven't. I'd you've ever tripped while running upstairs at full speed, resulting in both bare legs smacking into the wooden step edge, and both arms twisting wrong in a failed attempt to stop the fall, you surely feel my pain.
But hey, at least I didn't break both legs, right?
Have a better weekend than me, bloggy friends.
6/10/18 Update: It has been TEN YEARS since that fall on the stairs and you still cannot touch my legs where they hit or else they will hurt. Crazy, right?
By myself.
You'd think by age 30 I'd have gotten the whole "walking up steps" thing figured out, but I apparently haven't. I'd you've ever tripped while running upstairs at full speed, resulting in both bare legs smacking into the wooden step edge, and both arms twisting wrong in a failed attempt to stop the fall, you surely feel my pain.
But hey, at least I didn't break both legs, right?
Have a better weekend than me, bloggy friends.
6/10/18 Update: It has been TEN YEARS since that fall on the stairs and you still cannot touch my legs where they hit or else they will hurt. Crazy, right?