This One's For You Sissy!

My good friend Sissy is always first to laugh at someone who shows any sign of being slightly balanced-impaired. She has great stories of my sweet Jon falling, tripping, and dropping soda that have brought her to tears (or so she says) on more than one occasion. So this story is dedicated to her, may it bring you many laughs.

Yesterday I was cleaning the house, which takes much longer when you have 3 extra kids over. Anyway, I was upstairs cleaning up the toy room. The end was in sight, and the house was looking very nice and clean. (If I do say so myself.) While cleaning, my little pip-squeak told me she needed to go to the bathroom. "So go." I told her. She insisted that I help her, and by insisted I mean threatened to pee her pants if I didn't bring her down the stairs. So I scooped her up and went to hurry down the stairs so I could get back to work and finish up quickly. On the way down, and much to my surprise, the stairs decided to provide me with a little unsolicted help. Before I knew it I had (very gracefully, I'm sure) surfed down four steps and landed HARD on my ARSE! I mean hard! Let it be known that I landed on the edge of a step and then slide down another just to add insult to injury. . .or maybe injury to insult. In an attempt to secure my baby's safety I sacrificed my own well being. (Hold your applause until the end please.) The pip-squeak escaped unscathed. I, on the other hand, am not so lucky. Right now I am sporting a bruise that covers my ENTIRE left cheek. It's the best bruise ever, but you'll have to use your imagination because a picture of my crack is out of the question! I am currently typing this up while leaning slightly to the right so as not to put any pressure on my "butt owie" (as the pip-squeak calls it).

So everyone get a good laugh on my expense. I'm sure it would have been quality entertainment to see me slide down those stairs! In my defense: I had very slippery socks on. . .