well that hurt

[liminal_space]

slippery socks, squirming cat in one arm, lack of attention paying resulted in me doing a little tumble on the 3rd to the last stair this morning. on my right side, my hip, butt cheek, shoulder, ribs,  and knee got hit and/or twisted — on the left, my index finger got SOMETHINGED on the handrail and my big toe feels weird. nothing is broken, but i'm a ball of bruised and battered. 

the cat's ok though. 

i sat for a minute and almost started crying, not really because it hurt (it did), but more from a combination of indignity and that THING that little kids do when the fall and it's not that bad, but they gotta cry anyway. so mistreated. 

i'd still rather deal with this than getting kicked by a horse, so i got that going for me. =D

mister is bringing me home a coney island hot dog (see the duluth one! that's where he's going!) and a coke because i'm wounded. sounds good to me!

this is the second time those stairs have tried to murderize me; i need an escalator. *nod*