I know that I'm getting older (ahem), and I know that I'm not exactly what you would call "in shape", but is it too much to ask that I have the ability to get out of the big girl sleigh bed to use the powder room in the middle of the night without falling down?
Stewey laughed so hard he gave himself the hiccups.
Seriously, though...I think that the physical exertion of decorating the outside of the house, combined with the fact that I must have been sound asleep and not fully in control of my senses or something caused the latest calamity. All I know is that I threw the blankets aside, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and then hit the floor like a sack of doorknobs. I looked like the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy cuts him down from his post and he goes completely jelly-legged.
Sheesh...it's not easy being me.
I'm off to soak in a hot epsom salt bath, armed with a couple of Tylenol and a book. Never fear...Stewey has his iPhone at the ready in the avent of catastrophe.
I swear, 50 can't get here fast enough!