i took a tumble off of a folding chair and my dog is sensing danger at the front door.
i'm pretty sure i don't have a concussion. i have a friend who googled the 'concussion warning signs' and went over them with me. we determined that the only signs of concussion i am exhibiting is dizziness and being off balance, which i am anyway :)
i was standing up on a folding card chair (duh, stupid) and trying to reeeeaaaach something high on the wall when the chair did just what it's name suggests and folded.
i plummeted (good action word?) frightfully (have to make this at least sound exciting) backwards onto my living room floor. i wrenched my neck, landed with a ka-thud on my back, and whapped my head on the floor. i gave myself a doozy of a headache but the good news is i didn't fall 2 inches further back or my head would have busted the wooden table.
as i always say...falling down in your thirties is NOTHING like falling down as a kid.
my dog has been freaking me out tonight.
she keeps running to the front door and standing there on alert. nose up, tail straight, very intense.
something or someone must be coming my way.
i hope it's ed mcmahon holding a check. or is he dead? because if he's dead then i hope he just leaves the check and goes on his way. i don't need dead celebrities hanging around, speaking of which, dead celebrites was going to be the theme of our next big halloween bash. but all future halloween bashes were cancelled when a guy in a kilt showed up with a gun taking hostages at our last one. long story for another blog.
i admit i'm a bit of a scaredy cat. gracie, the dog that was at the door, doesn't usually act like that. tillie, my other dog, will bark at every fart or leaf in the wind, but not gracie. gracie only gets serious when something is truly amiss.
for now, i'm heading to bed and worried about what or who is coming my way.
goodnight.
