Enjoy a Laugh at My Expense

I'm not sure if I told y'all about my spill down some stairs at a local restaurant back in October. It was after a celebratory dinner in honor of my brother's graduation. Anyway, if you work with me, you know about it, because we had to work the Saturday after this happened on Friday night, and I hobbled in to work with various bruises decorating my legs and feet.

See? Funny.

Also I said a little tiny cuss word when I fell. It just came out. And my mama gave me a pass. Probably because she thought I was dead anyway.

But dead I was not. I was wounded, though, boy was I wounded. It took my brother and my dad to lift my limp self up off the ground. Course that coulda been the steak and potato with extra sour cream I'd just eaten. But I digress.

Tonight, as usual, I enjoyed my dinner (a big fat bowl of Cranberry-Almond Crunch, I'm very fancy come dinnertime) on the sofa. I was sitting cross-legged. That may or may not have something to do with what happened when I decided to run fetch my computer off the desk. I [tried] to stand up, but I got my toe or my foot or something all tangled up in my pants, and I just pitched forward. All the way. Hard. I think I managed to break my fall a little by wildly grasping at the side of the sofa. It didn't stop me though, I just thudded and skidded right on down to the hardwood floor.

Big bruises in 3…2…1…

But the point here is this: Both times, both falls, I was wearing a pair of matte jersey gouchos from White House Black Market. And they didn't tear. If that's not quality, I don't know what is. Although, come to think of it, maybe the pants are just Satan.