Sometimes my husband and I vie for this coveted award, but today I won hands-down.
I did another session in my closet. (The rest of it is fine tuning.) I got the towels and washcloths out of my closet and put them on the hallway shelves that are between bedrooms. In trying to clear off a couple of shelves, I was carrying a big bag of quilts and managed to stumble on ‘something.’ The next thing I knew I was on my face on the floor. Happily, my face was in the big bag of quilts, so it was none the worse for wear. My knees and forearms not so much. I have a very mild, but stinging, rug burn on both knees and my shins, plus my forearms. I started to yell for my husband, realized I was more embarrassed than hurt, and so just got to an upright sitting position on the floor and patted Amber, who was being quite companionable.
When I felt okay again, I was able to finish what I was doing, strip the bed and change the sheets, and brought the laundry downstairs. I told my husband about the fall, and he related that HE also fell this morning (while I was out having a massage) trying to discipline Amber, who had gotten into my trash can again. So we’re a pair. We agreed that we need to be even MORE careful than we thought we were being.
I’m going to finish vacuuming ( I need to do the tiled area on the first floor), the second load of wash, and then I’m done for the day.
I would rather win the award than have my husband win it. As Bette Davis said, “Getting old ain’t for sissies.”