socks are the devil
and uncarpeted stairs are the devil
we all keep saying, oh we should carpet the stairs so snowie doesnt slip. fair enough. she slips a lot if she tries to go upstairs. so she pretty mcuh stopped going upstairs. granted shes not supposed to be ther e in the first place. but i have to go upstairs. and downstairs.
its the down thats usually the problem if you recall my ankle sprain in england. anyway. i am not having a good day.
i was trying to get ready to settle down and do all the hw i have since thurs is really my olnly free day. for this i need all my books and my laptop
so thats how i fell down the stairs while carring my laptop and a bag full of books. apparently when you wear socks on wooden stairs you sign a contact allowing you to fall on many bony parts of your body and have your dog mock you.
so i fall. hard. let's remember i am tall, and this was a slip fall, thus my feet were just gone all of the sudden, and i was carrying a laptop. that's expensive. and we know i dont drop things if i am falling. so i held on as i fell. it froze, but seems to working fine. (though perhaps i should remember in the future that hospital bills are probably more expensive than anything i might drop)
so here i am clutching a laptop lying motionless on the floor in pain and the thenres snowie. she is a little peeved at my sudden appearance on the rug she sleeps on. she may very well have been sleeping at the time i so rudely and inconsiderately loudly slammed myself down in her hallway, disturbing her rest.
she had least had the common decency to feign concern by woofing once and sniffing my face about 5 minutes into my lying there. my eyes were squeezed shut as i do when i silently repeat 'ow' in my head until the ouch goes away for the most part, so i could see the smug look on her face when she decided she had had enough of my dramatics. and when i say dramatics i mean my lying there not making noise or moving. not terribly dramatic actually.
so she decides i am not dead. then she stops sniffing. and she literally kicks me in the face. not once. no. twice. kicks me. my own dog. kicks me while i am down. she then leaves the room and woofs loudly so she can go out in the rain and then whine some more to me about how its raining.
i hate my life.
