Sunday, November 2, 2008
OOPS! I've done it again.
Age, Aged, Aging. Look any of those words up in good ole' Webster's and I'm almost sure the first definition will be clumsy. The second definition will be Jennifer. Just another event in a long history of "clumsiness" struck Saturday. No, nothing fell on me. No, I didn't fall down walking my dog. Clumsy me, I fell out the back door of my house. Now one would question how that would be possible. Refer to Webster's. As I was working in the backyard, I took off my gloves to come into the house for a minute. My pups proceeded to use them as a chewy but unbeknownst to me Steve took them away and placed them on the kitchen table. When returning to the yard to finish working I searched in the doghouse, under the deck and all around the yard. After realizing I was searching for, probably, my gloves, Steve informed me they were on the table. I opened the door, reached in for the gloves, backed out and misjudged the distance between my foot and the step and proceeded in slow motion to fall out the door onto my butt, rolling onto my back and possibly fracturing one of the bones on the outside of my right foot. I iced it down hoping for just a little sprain which it could be since I have not been to a Doctor. That will most likely be one of my errands Monday--the Doctor. I am thinking positive-- "I am positive I am clumsy!".
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Oh, no! This could even be your driving foot! I hope you are not scheduled to go anywhere in the next few days. I'll call tomorrow...I'm in Pleasant Hope. I sure hope your foot isn't broken. That's all you need...and by the way, I refuse to believe it's age. It's simply critters under foot, and I do know what that looks like!
Oh dear oh dear oh dear! I know exactly how you feel about clumsiness and it's definitely NOT AGE!! I refuse to think it's age, however I have realized all of the changes that take place once on that downhill slide to 40.
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