Yesterday the three of us (me, Sound Man, Kiddo) were lounging around the living room after a busy day at church. Kiddo had just put some food down for Jonathan (who is Jonathan, you ask? Well, here's a hint:)
...and we were eating lunch. I had gotten a little chilly and had my Mimmie's afghan (do y'all call crocheted blankets "afghans" or is that just a Southern thing?) on my lap. When I finished my lunch (yummy leftover homemade pizza that the three of us had a blast making Saturday night...post coming later this week) I got up to take my plate or whatever it was in the kitchen.
What happened next is kind of a blur. I'm sure you know where this is going if you've read my blog for any length of time. I stepped around the recliner where I had been sitting, and the next thing I knew I was flat face down on the floor. I lay there for a minute, not sure exactly what happened, and wondering if I was bleeding because there was liquid smeared on the floor and my arms.
Sound Man said one second I was there, the next I wasn't. I had landed on our concrete floor and from the crashing sound that came afterwards, had broken every dish in a five house radius. He jumped up to check on me and said when I wasn't moving it scared him. The first thing he said was, "What hurts?"
Well, for one thing, it wasn't blood on me and the floor, it was Diet Coke. I had one in my hand and evidently it splattered all over the place when I fell. Second, I was lying so still because I was trying to figure out what in blue blazes had just happened. So, my response to Sound Man's question was a very dignified, "I have no idea what happened!" He probably thought it was my brain that hurt.
He said my feet got tangled up in the afghan and then to add to that, I stepped on Jonathan's bowl, which made me lose my balance. How BOTH of my feet ended out from under me is still a mystery to both of us.
I'm okay, save for a few bruises on my left side. Evidently I didn't fall completely flat. And I'm really, really sore. Even more sore than when I had my infamous Atlanta fall. The only real casualty (besides the Diet Coke...sniff sniff) was one of my cheap but pretty Walmart special "Holiday Time" white bowls that came 4 for $5. Not a whole kitchen of dishes like I originally thought, just the one bowl I had been carrying. Dang it. They probably won't sell those this year. Oh, well. Better a pretty bowl than my pretty face. Whatever that means.
My status on Facebook today says, "Heathahlee has done it again. I need to be a professional faller downer."