If you are pregnant on a soap opera, rest assured one of these two things will happen to you:
1. You will be kidnapped and held hostage till you give birth, in order to steal your baby.
2. You will be pushed/fall/trip down the stairs at least once.
I have fallen down the stairs AGAIN!
This summer I fell down the stairs at my parents house. On Sunday I slipped on the icy stairs at my apartment, and down I went. Imagine Home Alone.
*Sound effects of the fall*
Floooooop
Bang
Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
Oooooooooooh groan
"David, I fell down the stairs."
"You sure?"
"Pretty sure."
I am so tired of falling down stairs. But once again I didn't break my neck, not even one bone. I have a really wicked bruise on my bottom though. It is probably the biggest, nastiest bruise I ever had. (I didn't play sports in school)
I gotta stop falling down stairs.
3 comments:
Your title REALLY freaked me out! I thought congratulations were in order - I guess just ice packs and a fanny pillow this time. :-)
Love,
Melanie
Hello, Analee,
It's been a while since I visited your blog but it was nice to catch up on your life this a.m. Welcome home to David. Hope my David & I get to see you & your David at the party for Robert & Dorothy. Frances is so excited about the twins! She was telling me about them at church on Sunday.
Falling is no fun! I've always had a thing about stairs. Know what my mother always advised? "Just pay attention to where you're going and be careful." Duh!
See you soon, KCP
I think my favorite part of that story is that David asked if you were sure :) I miss you my dear friend...it would be awesome to talk to you sometime!
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