I was going down the stairs and saw a little bit of a leaf that had made it’s way into the front door and up the stairs a little bit. So I leaned over and picked it up. I had an empty bowl in my hands and an empty beer bottle (I’m not drunk – just drinking). Regardless… when I stood up from picking up the leaf my heel slipped and I proceed to fall down seven stairs.
Hurt is my right arm from hitting the banister, scraped are my left knuckles from hitting the wall on the way down… and bruised is my ego as my husband calls out from playing his game “are you all-right, baby?” He stopped his game to check on me (in the middle of a live fight, no less).
I’m such a klutz.