This morning I fell down the stairs and busted my ass. I was holding the baby at the time, but she’s OK. I wish I could tell you that this is the first time I fell down while holding the baby, but it isn’t.
It’s Mr. Rizzuto’s fault. He’s sanding the floor on the upstairs landing and left a plastic tarp on the floor. A very slippery plastic tarp. I guess I should have known to be careful because about an hour before I went down the dog fell down the stairs and busted her ass. She’s OK.
I think I might have messed up my coccyx. Like Grandma did in Napoleon Dynamite. I took some of Mr. Rizzuto’s back pills though so it doesn’t feel that bad at the moment. I can’t really sit down for too long though. That’s the point of this post. If I’m not around, you’ll know why.
The worst part is that I had to call my brother and tell him why I couldn’t go to the movies today and he laughed at me for about fifteen minutes.
I have to go now, my ass hurts.