This is where you would have found me Thursday night.
Hubby and I were heading out to visit friends -- me with a plate of cookies in one hand and a gift bag in the other. FYI: Moisture + marble = disaster. My sandaled foot hit the first step and with the second, I could feel my foot slip right out from under me. There was no way of stopping the inevitable. Head first all the way to the bottom.
Hubby was still inside getting something and only heard the crash, bam, boom as I tumbled along (and no Jack and Jill in sight). He didn't see it happen, but said it sounded like an earthquake. I must say, for that moment, it was certainly earth shattering to me. Thankfully there was a wall there to stop my descent.
Although shaken, bumped and banged with bruised knees and scraped shins, I brushed myself off, he cleaned up the shattered plate and cookies and we still paid a visit to our friends.
The only thing I could manage to say was "So much for the cookies."
You can find the recipe for them at Kim's place (Happy@ Home). Fresh from the garden mint cookies dipped in chocolate.
Although I tried to make light of the situation, what I really wanted to do was have a good cry. Somehow, in the fall, I managed to jam the pointer finger of my left hand which is swollen and painful.
But I find if I don't bend at the joint, if I don't put too much pressure on it, if I don't twist and turn it too much, it's all good, and I can still crochet and type, carefully. I am very thankful my injuries are minor.
Now I would like to concentrate on pretty things ...
Relaxing things ...
Happy things ...
Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend. A word of advice: watch your step as you wander along the highway of life. Peace & blessings, Tammy