It’s an auspicious title.

Falls suck.  And I hope you recover as gracefully as I believe you fell.  (Is it odd that it played out like a ballet in my head?  I can’t see it any other way.)

I would like to state that you didn’t fall once when I saw you last (a YEAR ago, le sigh.)

Anyway, glad you can look back and see the humor and again that you are OK!

I have a habit of falling too, but luckily haven’t had any serious injuries. I used to fall down the stairs as a kid all the time, and I have no idea why. In high school on my way out the door to a Homecoming dance, I fell down the rain-soaked front porch steps, tearing my hose in the process. I took them off and went to the dance (busted knee and all) anyway. When I got home later, my mom just about had a heart attack because she thought I’d been sexually assaulted or something.

And then a few years later, on my way out the front door on a first date, I fell down the icy front porch steps (are you noticing a trend here?) and busted my ass. My ego was bruised only slightly more than my ass, which was saved by the pager I had in my back pocket. I found the pager laying on the front steps later with a HUGE gash in the casing. All I could think was “That could have been my ass!”

Not to mention the two times I fell on my ass in a restaurant full of people while working as a hostess, or that time just last year that I fell on my way into work… Gravity is such a bitch.

Glad you didn’t break your ass, sista. (Me thinks perhaps that houseplant was out to get you…you should kick it in it’s little green taco. Clearly it’s a female plant, and it’s jealous of how beyootiful you are.)

And called you that night to bitch.