Wheeeee!

It was a beautiful doozy of a fall. My arms were filled with a basket
overflowing with laundry and the painted wood stairs were still wet from
the afternoon rain. I was only like 3 stairs down when my flip-flop
clad feet just went forward out from under me and clothes went flying!
I slid down the other dozen stairs on my back and landed in a puddle
with underwear on my head. I sat on the ground and breathed through the
pain. Nobody saw it. So I I was forced by default to laugh at myself.
Now I have bruises stair-width apart from my head to my ankle.