I fell down the hill and bruised my body, and my ego. I have to dump grease outside due to the (stupid!) septic system, so I carried the crock pot to the back door, put my shoes on, and prepared for the trip. Did I say “trip?” Yep, I did.
The liquid started to swish back and forth in the heavy pot, so as I walked out the door, I was trying to be more still, slowing down. What I didn’t think about was that we now have TWO steps down to the backyard, after new concrete was poured last summer. I slowly stepped down on the first step, but tripped on the second, thinking I was on the grass. Did I say “on the grass?” Yep, I did.
My whole body fell face-forward, onto the grass. The crock pot went rolling down the hill. I went down the hill on my chest (guessing the grease and dog poop made it slippery). I screamed and pushed up with my hands — ouch! My fingers must have jammed as the crock pot fell and I hit the ground. I can barely type this! Did I say “I can barely type this?” Yep, but I am anyway.
I took a shower and put my clothes in the washer. (I’m sure they are ruined, but they are just weekend clothes, anyway.) Now I’m off to take a nap. I may not get up again tonight. Oh, yeah. I’m grabbing an ice pack on the way to the bedroom.
Embarrassing! How was your day?