Yikes
I think this house is trying to kill me. Or the cats are. Or both, maybe.
Guess what? I slid down the stairs. AGAIN. This is, like, the fifth time this has happened in the last three years of living here. It mainly has to do with the fact that the treads on the stairs are TINY in comparison to my huge clown feet, and that the carpet is slippery as shit at the edges.
Last night, I was walking down stairs and Monsieur was lying across the step just under the landing, taking up the whole thing. I tried to get him to move by poking him with my foot. He proceeded to punch holes with his claws as an answer. So I stepped with my right foot next to his butt, and put my left foot on the step below him. It seems I didn't firmly plant my left foot before shifting my weight because WHOOP! Down I went. My left leg bent up underneath me, and I slid down the stairs mostly on my left shin, with my right pinky toe catching on the carpet as well. I'm covered in nasty bruises and a serious bump on my left shin, some carpet burn, and a nasty area of bruising on my right foot. My hips and ass hurt as well. But, actually, the thing that hurts most is my head. Coup-contracoup injury headaches are serious ouch. My brain still feels slightly swollen. So lovely.
Hopefully, I'll recover enough that I can walk around the Museum District this weekend. I'm meeting Doug at the cafe in the Fine Arts Museum, and we'll then walk across the street to the Houston Museum of Natural Science. We're going to watch at least one show in their planetarium, and then hit some of their permanent exhibits (they have dinosaurs and stuff!!). I'm really looking forward to the butterfly house, however. It's a giant rainforest environment set up with tons and tons of butterflies! I'm so excited. I've only been to the HNMS a couple of times, and I enjoyed it. (However, both times were with Heather, and she spent much more time taking photos than actually ENJOYING the museum with me. One of the reasons our relationship declined was that I didn't like just being the person who carried around her camera bag.) The last time I was there was a couple of years ago when Lucy, the hominid, came. I spent a while just standing there, looking at her skeleton, thinking, "This is my ancient ancestor... Wow." I will be taking pictures, too, but that will be not so much a focus as just enjoying time with my godfather (or, as I call him "Il Padrino" - he loves that).
I must now try and shrink my jeans, as I've lost just enough weight that by the end of a few hours of wearing, they have stretched out enough that they're basically sliding off my butt. I'm too white, and a girl, to be saggin' my jeans like that. Every time that happens all I can hear is "Pants on the Ground."
Guess what? I slid down the stairs. AGAIN. This is, like, the fifth time this has happened in the last three years of living here. It mainly has to do with the fact that the treads on the stairs are TINY in comparison to my huge clown feet, and that the carpet is slippery as shit at the edges.
Last night, I was walking down stairs and Monsieur was lying across the step just under the landing, taking up the whole thing. I tried to get him to move by poking him with my foot. He proceeded to punch holes with his claws as an answer. So I stepped with my right foot next to his butt, and put my left foot on the step below him. It seems I didn't firmly plant my left foot before shifting my weight because WHOOP! Down I went. My left leg bent up underneath me, and I slid down the stairs mostly on my left shin, with my right pinky toe catching on the carpet as well. I'm covered in nasty bruises and a serious bump on my left shin, some carpet burn, and a nasty area of bruising on my right foot. My hips and ass hurt as well. But, actually, the thing that hurts most is my head. Coup-contracoup injury headaches are serious ouch. My brain still feels slightly swollen. So lovely.
Hopefully, I'll recover enough that I can walk around the Museum District this weekend. I'm meeting Doug at the cafe in the Fine Arts Museum, and we'll then walk across the street to the Houston Museum of Natural Science. We're going to watch at least one show in their planetarium, and then hit some of their permanent exhibits (they have dinosaurs and stuff!!). I'm really looking forward to the butterfly house, however. It's a giant rainforest environment set up with tons and tons of butterflies! I'm so excited. I've only been to the HNMS a couple of times, and I enjoyed it. (However, both times were with Heather, and she spent much more time taking photos than actually ENJOYING the museum with me. One of the reasons our relationship declined was that I didn't like just being the person who carried around her camera bag.) The last time I was there was a couple of years ago when Lucy, the hominid, came. I spent a while just standing there, looking at her skeleton, thinking, "This is my ancient ancestor... Wow." I will be taking pictures, too, but that will be not so much a focus as just enjoying time with my godfather (or, as I call him "Il Padrino" - he loves that).
I must now try and shrink my jeans, as I've lost just enough weight that by the end of a few hours of wearing, they have stretched out enough that they're basically sliding off my butt. I'm too white, and a girl, to be saggin' my jeans like that. Every time that happens all I can hear is "Pants on the Ground."
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