I was feeling relatively happy this morning, and then I went outside and fell on my a**. It was snowing lightly (very pretty) and there was a fine coating of snow over some ice on the lawn. I went out to start my car, and then when I went back into the house, I walked across the ice instead of going to the non-icy part of the yard, and the next thing I knew I was on my a**. Fortunately, no one was driving or walking by to laugh at me. I don't find falling funny because one, it usually hurts and two, I hate to be laughed at for something I can't really control. I guess falling could be funny, but I'm a klutz, and there doesn't seem to be much I can do about it. I'm always banging into the coffee table or miscalculating how much room there is between me and something else and then banging into it and getting bruises.Falling down didn't totally ruin my day or anything, but it certainly didn't make it better.Labels: the blues, winter posted by Miss Rachel 3/07/2007 08:33:00 PM . . .
Labels: the blues, winter
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