why, you may ask, O Gentle Reader?
Because i fell.
On my bum.
And i cried.
Husband and i have been trying to go for walkies on Mondays...usually we do the big circle..up around Knott's, which ends up being about a mile.
So we're walking, probably about 3/4 of the way around, when...
i step off a handicapped accessible curb. and yes, i do realize the irony in that.
Never having been the most graceful child...got sent to years of ballet, and all for naught. The clumsy child grew into an equally clumsy adult.
Hit the ground hard...even rolled a little. Kicked the Husband in the back of the leg. Nothing broken, except my pride. But i still have a lump on my leg that is tender.
It's a miracle i've lived this long, i tell you what.
in other news...
- did more Christmas shopping for the young'uns today...i do believe i'm almost done. my goal is to be finished with all toy shopping before Black Friday...i can stand the other shopping, but not toys.
- i cannot stand to hear one more story about the Liar Formerly Known as OJ. and what the *%$#@! is Fox & the publisher thinking by publishing & airing this claptrap? Sheesh.
- i need to start on my cards this weekend. i've felt puny all week, fighting some bug. So the creative juices just ain't there.
- i need a pedicure. NOW.
Have a grand weekend.