Grace and style
This morning, after taking the dog on her daily walk, I slipped and fell down the flight of pergo stairsteps going into the dog room. My shoes were wet and the tile was slick apparently. My coffee landed on a desk and spilled everywhere, the dog leash slammed onto the ground and scared the dog, and my ass, back and arms hit every single step on the way to the floor. Talk about grace at 6 in the morning. I'm sure that at this very moment my butt is turning a lovely, technicolor shade of bruise.
Don't laugh at me...I could have broken a hip.
Don't laugh at me...I could have broken a hip.