It was inevitable, just waiting to happen.
This is what comes from mixing me: klutz extraordinaire, and moderately high places.
I was attempting to climb down the ladder from the loft while half asleep, probably aiming to strangle one of the cats that had awoken me in the first place. I was still in the top rung when my foot slipped, and there was an odd moment of thinking I could salvage the situation by grabbing onto something, but my hands only caught the humid air in front of me, and though dense, it was not enough to keep me from falling.
There was a moment of weightlessness, my mind went blank with intermittent thoughts of "Oh, fucking Hell", and then my arse was on the hardwood floor.
and then it wasn't.
Because I had bounced.
I had landed on my rear, and my rear, in protest, had flung me back up into the air.
As much fun as that might sound like, it was not a very pleasant sensation.
Miraculously, I am completely uninjured, and practically unmarked, except for a heart shaped bruise that is only just starting to show itself on my backside.
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In related news, I also walked into a lamppost the other day, while looking straight at it. In my defense, I may have been on the phone, which only proves I am one of those people to which the words "multi-task" is a deeply alien concept.
This is what comes from mixing me: klutz extraordinaire, and moderately high places.
I was attempting to climb down the ladder from the loft while half asleep, probably aiming to strangle one of the cats that had awoken me in the first place. I was still in the top rung when my foot slipped, and there was an odd moment of thinking I could salvage the situation by grabbing onto something, but my hands only caught the humid air in front of me, and though dense, it was not enough to keep me from falling.
There was a moment of weightlessness, my mind went blank with intermittent thoughts of "Oh, fucking Hell", and then my arse was on the hardwood floor.
and then it wasn't.
Because I had bounced.
I had landed on my rear, and my rear, in protest, had flung me back up into the air.
As much fun as that might sound like, it was not a very pleasant sensation.
Miraculously, I am completely uninjured, and practically unmarked, except for a heart shaped bruise that is only just starting to show itself on my backside.
** *** **
In related news, I also walked into a lamppost the other day, while looking straight at it. In my defense, I may have been on the phone, which only proves I am one of those people to which the words "multi-task" is a deeply alien concept.
suicidesmitty:
you should get a padded suit.