slipping down the stairs..it's the new trip.

I never said I was graceful, but I've kicked up the tripping to an all new level. I slipped tonight in my ever so graceful attempt to walk down the stairs. I probably slid down 2-3 stairs. In my slickness, I managed to wrench my shoulder (I was grabbing onto the railing for dear life.) I am the king. Tripping? That's nothing!
Just picture me, in my clean socks, sliding down the stairs. Okay, I'm laughing as I'm writing this. Of course when it happened, I was freaked out because I just saw myself busting all the way down the stairs and hitting my head or something a little more morbid. But now that I'm at the computer relaxing, just picturing me sliding down the stairs is actually quite funny. I hope I have cheered up everyone on this gloomy Sunday.

Ps.I am so joining the gelato club. And again, broken collarbone? Must have been a very excruciating birth! Poor girl. Good night ladies.