Once Upon A Time....

Those of you who know me at all know that I fall. A lot. It's generally worse when stairs are involved. (My dear friend Susan has stopped asking me if I'm ok and just helps me up and on we go. I love it.) I was dog sitting for one of my cute friends out in Sugarhouse this past weekend. She has the most lovely HUGE dog named Sasha. Sasha is about 14 years old - old enough to be dead for how big she is. I was walking down the stairs to the condo carrying all of my stuff and I thought for some crazy reason that I had reached the bottom of the stairs. Well, I surely hadn't. So when I went to put my foot down, there was only air. My ankle snapped when it finally hit the floor below and suddenly I was laying on the floor crying in the foyer of these condos where nobody knows me and I don't know anyone. I felt I was justified in my tearful reaction given that I've done this EXACT thing three times now. I figured I had broken it and since I don't have any insurance and I work chasing children most days, I was pretty much done for. Awesome. I took the huge Sasha out for a walk while I'm gimping along behind her crying. (Sasha isn't very spry herself so the fact that she had to wait for me is telling!!) It was one of my finest moments for quite some time! I'm still quite the gimp and my ankle is LOVELY colors. Very reminiscent of the last day of night grade at the Rust's home. Turns out I shoudln't race Heather to the phone. She wins. Also reminiscent of the time I was racing my toast down the stairs at my house. Note to self: DON'T RACE!!