It's My Blog and I'll Cry If I Want To

Today I spent the better part of the morning sitting in front of my computer refreshing my email, my Facebook, my yahoo orphanage group site and the blogs of two families that were traveling to the SWI yesterday and bringing the boys their little package.

Nothin.
They must have gotten in late and are understandably exhausted.
As much as I am looking forward to that trip, I am also dreading the getting there and back.
It's 2.5 hours from GZ. Yuck.
I'll go back to refreshing late tonight anticipating the new photos!

Anyhoo, around 11 or so I decided to abandon the cause seeing as how it was approaching 1am over there, in favor of taking the boys fishing.
It is after all December 31st and 71 degrees outside.....so what better thing to do than go fish!
I headed up to put the hair in a pony to head out and that's when it happened.....

Yep.

It happened.

I
fell
down
the
stairs.

Ugh.
My poor husband who came to my rescue after hearing the commotion could only stand there and take in the sprawling mess that was his wife at the bottom of the stairs.

Yeah.
I
felt
like
an
idiot.

A crying heap of idiotness.
I slipped on one of the kids toys and my bottom.....ahem...lower backside....is huuurrrrting right now
but my pride hurts even more.
Sheesh!
One of these days I'll learn how to walk down stairs.

We're off for fishing fun take 2!
At least my hair is already rockin the pony so the danger inherent in leaving the house seems to have passed.