No, I haven't fallen in love or fallen for a scam. I just fell. And man does it hurt!
I was going out to my mommyvan for something this morning and slipped on the ice. Which might not have been so bad, except that I on the top step of our porch steps at the time. Our concrete porch steps. First my (ginormous) butt hit, then my upper back, then all of me slid down the steps, scraping my back all the way. Since I was just popping out to my car for something, I didn't have a coat on or anything, just a t-shirt and jeans (I had been cooking breakfast and I don't dress for church until right before we go.) I had my right hand on the handrail as I stepped down, but clearly that wasn't enough.
O. M. G. the pain! Spousehole heard me yell as I fell, but when he didn't hear anything after that he figured it everything was okay. In fact, I was yelling for him, but since I was facing away from the house and it was windy is it likely that he couldn't hear me. He then heard the small yelp I made as I finally pulled myself up and started back toward the house. He opened the door as I got to the top of the steps and helped me into the house.
He was actually really good about me not wanting to go to church. Can you imagine trying to sit on a wooden pew for an hour+ after that? No. Thank. You. The bruising starts at my butt (the worst of it, really) and proceeds up my back to my shoulder blades. Even sitting in/on a padded and upholstered chair is painful. I've spent most of the day standing or laying on my stomach on my bed. Not fun.
At least I didn't break anything or hit my head too hard. It could have been much, much worse. Enough with the "poor me" crap. Go read something fun somewhere! Or enjoy this video:
Staind - Falling