I fell down
I fell down today. Like, I landed on the floor with a big boom. John admits responsibility, since it was his shirt dripping on the floor that caused the puddle I slipped in post-shower. He’s very apologetic. And I’m okay. The only visible evidence is a scrape up my right forearm. I will live. I didn’t even drop anything. (I’m talented that way.) But I have to say, falling down like that is not fun. It didn’t hurt that much – it was more shocking than anything. If I were still three years old, I would have burst into tears, but once I caught my breath, I realized that nothing hurt – it wasn’t even as bad a stubbing a toe (which, to be fair, is pretty bad).
I still feel kind of stupid. Who slips in a puddle?