07-14-2008, 09:51 AM
I fell down my basement stairs this morning.
I can't remember the last time I fell down the stairs. I don't even think I've ever fallen down stairs when I was drunk before. I did fall down a flight of three stairs when installing a screen door once, but I landed on my feet on that one.
Not so this morning. One second I was standing at the top of the stairs with my clothes in my hand, barely awake, ready to go take a shower, the next I was lying in a heap at the bottom of the steps shamefully aware of what a Effing moron I must look like. I was on my back, after having jiggled my fat ass all the way down the (thankfully) carpeted steps, my back in the first stages of feeling much rug burn pain, in nothing but my underwear, which miraculously stayed on. No injuries to report, other than I might be just ever so slightly uncoordinated. And the rug burn. Which hurts like a bitch right now.
I can't remember the last time I fell down the stairs. I don't even think I've ever fallen down stairs when I was drunk before. I did fall down a flight of three stairs when installing a screen door once, but I landed on my feet on that one.
Not so this morning. One second I was standing at the top of the stairs with my clothes in my hand, barely awake, ready to go take a shower, the next I was lying in a heap at the bottom of the steps shamefully aware of what a Effing moron I must look like. I was on my back, after having jiggled my fat ass all the way down the (thankfully) carpeted steps, my back in the first stages of feeling much rug burn pain, in nothing but my underwear, which miraculously stayed on. No injuries to report, other than I might be just ever so slightly uncoordinated. And the rug burn. Which hurts like a bitch right now.