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?