Today might be the anniversary of my knee spraining incident last year. I was very pregnant and fell in a parking lot chasing my kids. No one noticed.
I celebrated the auspicious occasion by falling again. Only this time I fell down the stairs. Not pregnant, in my house. And this time I was chasing mail. Sonja tossed a letter down to me, and instead of letting it float to the floor and picking it up on my way down, I underestimated my position on the stairway and lunged for the letter. My arms were full of books and other mail at the time. So, I ungracefully tumbled in front of a surprised family audience.
Several beautiful bruises and scratches, and a very, very sore goose-egg forearm are my only injuries this time around. No crutches. Woo-hoo!