I wake up every morning at seven am to get ready for work. I was walking down my stairs this morning a bit groggy, and I tripped on the last four stairs, bumping down the rest of the way to crumple into a ball at the bottom of them. Jesse came racing downstairs, of course. He inspected me, gave me a big hug, told me that I gave him "quite a fright." I have welts that will surely turn into bruises on both my arms, and the back of my leg; one of my toe nails is all cracked and broken and an ankle and wrist hurt a bit when I move them. I also have a dull pain on my lower back - another possible bruise.
Jesse gets to take my stair-battered self home to Mom and Dad this weekend!
"No really, Dad, I fell down the stairs..."