Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Are you kidding me?

I have said it before and I will say it again....this house, the one that I currently live in, is trying to kill me. I can't tell you how many times I have fallen down the stairs in this house since living here and this morning was no exception.

Here is the scene: I am sitting at the top of the stairs petting Kitty Girl cause she was showing a little affection. That right there should have been my first clue that something just wasn't quite right. She finally has enough (after about 30 seconds) so I get up to go back downstairs and make myself some breakfast before my shower. Yeah, didn't work out so well. I take one step.....one little step down....and the next thing I know I am at the bottom of the flight of stairs, on my bootay, covered in hot coffee and in pain. Yep. The bootay is now in pain. So I sat there for a litle while, still covered in coffee cause I couldn't move just yet. Fat Jack (the boy cat) comes to see what the crap just happened or he may have been laughing - I am not sure yet. Kitty Girl just stood at the top of the stairs and looked at me like...."I didn't do it" - I am sure she was laughing. After a few minutes, I manage to get up and get the coffee cleaned up off the floor and myself. I sort of hurt to move. I hurt to sit. I don't think I broke anything....just a nice bruise but its going to make for an interesting day at work if standing hurts and sitting hurts.

Cheeky - who should be moving in about six weeks - unless this house kills me first.
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