Today started out like a typical Wednesday. What, it's only Wednesday?? Anyway... went to a couple classes, watched a kid roller race down the hall, had a kid rub up against me repeatedly like a cat... I know, I know. To anyone else, this would be a WTF? moment. But, to me, these are all normal things. I do know I can never wear that sweater again. It was one of those minky fleecy sweaters. Major sensory overload for this particular kid. Needless to say, I cannot handle being this particular cat's love object. MOVING ON.
I get invited to a birthday dinner at the last minute. Now, I had a massage scheduled right after school. I get one every Wednesday. Now, before you get all judgmental and say how does this person ever have a FML moment if she gets a weekly massage...let me start by saying it's not a "fun" massage. Think of about 30 golf balls living under your skin and then trying to walk around. That's me... and they're trying to dislodge them one by one. Good luck. That's like trying to get a piece of gum out of a VCR. There's no time to buy birthday cards, candy, flowers, presents. But, do I want dinner? Heck yeah!
So, off to dinner I go. It was delicious. Pizza and caesar salad. Delicious. I love that I go to a fairly fancy Italian restaurant and order cheese pizza and a casear salad. This is how I roll, people. Guess I could have been like my cousin and ordered like this, "can I just get the spaghetti...plain... no sauce, no butter, no green stuff. I want it un-decorated. And a LOT of parmesan cheese." We're reeeal classy. So, that went over well.
After dinner, I went to grab a few groceries and picked up a box of these delicious buttery chocolate chip cookies from my favorite grocery store and headed back to my aunt's with the cookies and the card I got at the store and pretended like I had them in the car the whole time. Wonder if she bought it? Anyway, I thought that'd be the perfect ending to my evening. I thought to myself, "TWO amazing days in a row?? NO FREAKIN' WAY!!"
I was right--no freakin' way. As I go to leave, I realized I needed to borrow folding chairs. I head down to the basement to grab them, happy as can be and I miss the bottom two steps. How? I have no idea. I've scaled the steps with the greatest of ease multiple times. I used to live at that house. I did laundry there every week in college. So, I SHOULD have been able to do them in my sleep. But, apparently, wide awake is a problem. Head first I plunge down the stairs, smack my wrist on the vacuum at the bottom (that was a new addition) and hit my knee on their cement floor. Yep, I win the Queen Grace award. I now have to carry 4 heavy wooden folding chairs up the stairs and pretend nothing happened because who wants to admit they just fell down the last 2 steps of the basement stairs when you used to live in that house? Plus, I'm pretty sure the dog saw it and laughed. Even she has made it down those stairs successfully--and she HATES stairs--and the basement. How humiliating. Now I have a nice strawberry on my left knee. FML.
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