I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Sit Down…
So, after a beautiful weekend of 50 degree weather (and yes, I am STARTING to think that is warm) it decided to snow yesterday. First of all talk about weather teasing….I mean REALLY.
And upon seeing all that white junk on the ground again, my mood immediately soured. And having no one else to grouch at, I immediately turned to Hubby blaming him for the snow and the crappy weather. He, of course, didn’t say much and just smiled as he de-iced my car.
And after grumbling for most of the day at work about this terrible snow, everyone told me basically to get over it and I will adjust. So, I figured ok…maybe I SHOULD try and get over it.
I got home, was in a fairly good mood, and pranced up the stairs to get the mail. Now, here is where the snow had the last laugh. As I was walking NORMALLY back down the stairs to go into the house, I BIT IT hardcore and landed SMACK DAB on my butt. Luckily, I had enough cushion to protect me and didn’t land on my head, right? My sisters say it’s lucky I got the butt gene as apparently my butt is salvageable.
However, I now have a bruise the size of Texas on my butt and can BARELY sit down on it without howling in pain.
Stupid snow, I KNEW I cursed your very existence!
I’m just hoping I can make it through the day sitting on one ass cheek…