Slippery slope

Well, I managed to totally biff it on our outside stairs this morning. Between the slight film of mold and my rubber soled shoes, I didn't stand a chance. I sat there on the steps for a second kind of in shock and finally got up and brushed myself off and hobbled toward the bus. As I stepped out of the gate I saw Bop just pulling out of our driveway who immediately sensed something was wrong (maybe it was the limping, or the mold stained jeans or the giant tear on my cheek). The kind man that he is he drove me to the bus stop so I wouldn't have to walk. All in all I managed to get by with a cut on my leg and pinky, and a nice goose eggs on my arm and back. Oh, and maybe a bruised ego.