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Dear gravel,
You are mean. Just because someone is tra-la-la-ing across you, looking forward to getting in the car and getting warm, and in a good mood from being at a fun wedding while you have been providing the surface area of a parking lot all night, does not mean you have to roll under said someone’s feet and somehow launch her out of both (!!!) of her shoes, downhill, in a manner that causes her to somehow slide-slash-stumble-slash-careen down to the ground, ruining her tights and scratching her hand and wrist and toe and knee and scaring the bejeezus out of her husband, somehow forcing him to (!!?????) step on her.
Sincerely,
Katie “I Fall Down a Lot” Alender
“I fall down a lot” is actually a phrase I inadvertently coined a few years ago, one night when I’d had too many White Russians. I didn’t know I had coined this term until I heard some friends-of-a-friend saying it to one another in the manner of a pop culture reference, aka, “Bob, you only gave the bartender three dollars and your drink is seven!” “D’oh! I fall down a lot!”
But I do fall down a lot.
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You have my complete and total sympathies. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch.
I took a spill last week. I’m not such a fall-aholic, but man it can be a bad combination of painful and embarrassing (fortunately no one stepped on me at the time).
I recommend that someone wait on you hand and foot in order for you to properly recover.
lucky you were not hurt more, and hubs does not weigh a ton and a half! :O lol
[i can laugh now, 7 weeks after my own fall from a boulder onto some rocks, all healed but supporting new scars on left arm]
make that: SPORTING grrrrrr
From one who falls down all the time (and has the knees to prove it), my full sympathy. Boy, does it hurt — and is it humiliating! Good for one’s character, though, I’m sure of it.