I trip and fall more than the average person and for no apparent reason. I rarely wear high heels and the terrain around my house is completely flat. So what gives?
We all have our “things” I guess. My things include puns, getting lost at least three times a week (in my own neighbourhood even) and falling down.
Fyi — this is not alcohol related. I never fall after a glass of vino. In fact, pour me a glass of Pinot Grigio and I’m pretty darn graceful. I only fall over when I’m dead sober.
Coincidentally, Wii Fit pegged me at 58 years of age with extremely poor balance. The cocky little Mii asked if I tripped a lot. I laughed and nearly fell off the balance board.
My last fall was a truly comical episode. (The kind of funny that pops into your head days later causing you to laugh out loud by yourself at the grocery store like a crazy person)
While visiting family in Michigan I was worried about slipping on the ice and breaking my bum. I was extra cautious and managed to remain completely bipedal while we played outside.
But while navigating carpeted terrain indoors, I let my guard down. Leaning in to offer my sister-in-law a chocolate biscuit from the tin I was holding, my foot snagged on the ottoman and I fell in extreme slow SLOW motion. One hand firmly holding the biscuit tin, the other clawing at the end of the couch in an attempt to avoid a fall, I was left armless, falling face first into my SIL’s lap.
The look on my family’s faces was hysterical — a mixture of horror, confusion, concern and awkward embarrassment.
“When did you become such a dork?” my brother asked.
I couldn’t answer because I was laughing too hard. My husband cleared things up by saying, “She’s always been a dork. It’s just gotten worse.”