Wednesday, November 20, 2013

The Tripped Up

The other night I fell up the stairs.

Yes, up.

I'd made it to the top step, my hands full, and I tripped on my robe and came crashing down onto the hardwood landing. My laptop, mouse, cellphone, and laptop table went skittering. I managed to hang onto my mug of tea. (I told you my hands were full!)

Mr. W came running. He helped me up, assessed the damage to me (I'm fine--just some bruises on my knees and wrist), assessed the damage to the floor (none--a miracle!), and then looked at me and said, "Do you need ice cream?"

He's a keeper.


4 comments:

  1. "Do you need ice cream?" that is my love language! Love it! My goodness where your hands full and thank goodness you kept hold of your tea.

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  2. Aw, he's definitely a keeper.

    And take it from me--tripping up the stairs is a lot less painful than going down them on your back. Yeah, been there, done that. And a week after I slipped going down the stairs...I tripped going up the very same flight. It was NOT a good month, LOL.

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  3. Glad you're okay and he's definitely a keeper.

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