Last night I was walking to the vet to pick up my cat's anti-anxiety medication (oh, the crazy that lives in our house). Being rush hour on the night of a Cubs home game the sidewalks were very crowded. So of course it was in front of all these people that I tripped on air and fell on my ass in the middle of the sidewalk. Actually I fell on my right palm, right knee, right hip, and my back. It was quite an impressive fall, if I do say so myself. I managed bruises on my hand and hip as well as two awesome bumps on my knee (so it looks as if the letter B is trying to escape from under my skin). A big part of the impact was absorbed by my backpack, and if I hadn't been wearing that my head would have smashed into the pavement which would have been even more fun.
Today, however, is Grown-up Suit Day, and I do look rather smashing, if I say so myself. Not smashing as in I'm smashing into things, either. The good kind of smashing! The kind where a nice gentleman on the elevator nearly got himself smooshed by the closing doors when he jumped (and half fell) trying to keep them from closing so I could get on his elevator. The woman with him laughed telling me he never holds the elevator for anyone and usually leans on the 'close door' button. She advised that I buy a lottery ticket, because it is clearly my lucky day.
Further falling-down updates as events warrant.
