Sunday, March 30, 2008
Evil, evil stairs
Yesterday morning, both Ry and I fell down our stairs. Ry kind of slid down the last two stairs with T in his arm (I've never moved so fast). Everyone OK. Then, about 15 minutes later, I tripped on the 4th or 5th stair and landed, hard, on my left tail cheek. I have a black bruise about 2 inches by 6 inches. It woke me up every time I moved last night. Our stairs are trying to maim us.
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OW! Feel better!
maybe they're saying "get out".
That sounds ouchy. Hope your bruise goes away soon.
Hey, that comment was from me, not Brad. The computer was still logged in to his account.
"Ouchy" didn't seem like a Brad word. Thanks for clarifying.
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