So the inevitable finally happend. I fell down my stairs. Hard. We all knew it was just a matter of time. And you know what else? It hurt. Bad.

I survived, and thank god I did. Can you imagine?

Young girl found dead in her aparment after what appears to be a very, very bad fall-wearing only her chonies, a dodger t-shirt, and striped knee high socks.

Yep. This is my life.

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This is when I woke up this am.

...and this is my artistic interpretation of what it looks like now-minus the face, that's not really there. The rest is pretty accurate.

The scene of the crime.

(don't judge the bags-cleaning out the closet)

Steep. Walk. Do not run. No socks.

So instead of the ER I opted for a glass....err umm bottle of red wine.

"and just one thing makes me forget-red red wine....."

No. Actually. It did not make me forget-and this morning when I woke up not only did I truly think my arm was broken and that I may actually need medical attention for the open wound on my back, my head was pounding.

Last time I take medical advice from Ub40.

*There were additional injuries sustained-but I don't know how to take a picture of my back.

Perhaps when I regain the ability to use my right arm*

Love you all.

Be careful out there. Run with scissors all you want, it's the socks you should worry about.

xo-D
"Honey pie, you are making me crazy.
I'm in love, but I'm lazy"- The Beatles, Honey Pie, 1968