The Stairs

Have I mentioned that I have stairs in my house? Like a lot of stairs? Like four flights of stairs? Well, I do. And from time to time, I fall down them. Usually it's just down a step or two and I land on my butt. I sprained my ankle once which was pretty bad, but last week really took the cake. I was about to leave for work when I remembered something up in my bedroom. I ran up, got what I needed, and ran back down. That's when it happened. It was like all the elements came together to make the perfect storm...it was dark, my pants were too big and falling down, my shoes were slipping off, my hands were full so I couldn't use the handrail and I was in a hurry. I had only gone down three steps before I went head first, end over end, bounced my way down and slammed into the wall at the bottom. Ka boom! I ended up in whimpering crumpled ball with a sore neck and this bruise on my hip:



Just kidding. That's totally not me. My bruise IS huge and nasty, but I'm too modest to post a picture. Plus, I thought this picture was much more impressive. Actually, this entire blog post is less about me falling down the stairs and more about the disgusting pictures of bruises you can find on the Internet when you're bored and wasting time. So cool!