So... we all know that any klutzy behaviour exhibited by my children probably has its roots deep in the back pocket of my genes...
And I've had my fair share of stupid mishaps...
This morning I discovered that my legs DO INDEED bend that way.
Well, this one bent that way and that one bent the other way.
More correctly, the left foot slipped left when I stepped out onto the porch this morning to continue the conversation I was having with Micah as we watched for the bus through the fog, and then the little door mat under my right foot slipped right,
Resulting in an awkward sideways split.
I'm afraid I may have swore a little.
And then Micah had to lift me off the deck and lean me against the side of the house.
Where I rested until I could shuffle back to the relative safety of indoors.
He asked what I was going to do... I said go sit in a chair until I can move again. Maybe after finding some drugs on the way.
That's gonna hurt.
I guess that's why they're called "slippers", and why they should only be worn indoors.
You can laugh if you want to.