The joys of stairs. For some reason I seem to rather enjoy falling down them. Luckily in our house both set of stairs are divided by landings. So we have about 4 stairs then a landing and the staircase curves, then another 4 steps, a landing and the staircase curves again. Well, I was downstairs in the basement inventorying our paint cans. I know this might sound silly but the writing on the cans telling us what colors they are, are starting to fade. On 3 particular paint cans, I couldn't tell exactly what the color was so that prompted me to take the cans (quart size) upstairs to the rooms that looked like they would match which lead me upstairs. I walked from room to room and found the rooms I thought the paint colors matched. I then proceeded down the stairs when somehow my foot slipped off the 1st stair and instantly, me and the 3 paint cans went flying. I landed hard. RIGHT ON MY ARSE!!! Don't know how I avoided the 3 paint cans as we all tumbled down thankfully only 4 stairs before coming to the abrupt halt on the landing. I also don't know how the paint cans avoided denting the walls or thank goodness not opening up splattering paint everywhere. I'm also thankful that my arse took the brunt of the fall and not my elbow or hip or some other body part that could have broke. We had plans to leave in 1 hour for the Polar Express so I had no time to get rushed off to the hospital. So here I am, humbled on the landing of my staircase calling out for my sweet little Cody who quickly came to my rescue. I got up, and grabbed my poor toosh. I'm certain there will be a bruise there. But I'm so thankful that it wasn't worse.
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