You ever heard of clumsy before?
You know, the people who end up busting their asses when they don’t mean to?
Points to chest. Yep, that would be me.
My family and I had a get together this weekend. Family came and I had the grandbaby there, too. (YES! Love my little girl. She’s almost 3.) We have two barns. A big one and a little one which is the one my hubby cooks at sometimes. Well, he cooked Saturday.
I went out there with my youngest son and the grandbaby. As I was turning to go back to the house, me and my feet decided to do a zombie dance around the butane bottle.
1 for the bottle – 0 for Judith.
I fell, sitting on the lip of the bottle. It dug into the back of my thigh then I slowly did a roll to the left--which to me is amazing since I was facing the left to begin with. In slow motion, I dropped the foot or so to the concrete where I did a little bounce. The food on my plate…yeah, flew up and splattered.
Oh, and did I cry?
Nope. Sticks out chest with pride. I was strong.
I wanted to bawl like a new born but Granddaughter was watching.
And she loves her Ma big time.
So I hopped up, exclaiming, “I’m fine! I’m good!”
I helped to clean up the mess and prepared another plate. I even managed to walk to the house with no further accidents. Of course, I went straight to the medicine cabinet where I took some Advil.
The next morning, I could barely move. There were bruises where I really didn’t think there would be bruises. But I’m good.
Just another day in the life of a klutz!!!