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My gracefulness just intensified with my reduction in cup size and increase in SHOT size. Me and drinking...we've had a hell of a history. I see it only right that I share some of the better stories of our past. Knock on wood, I haven't had any graceful disasters lately.
While sitting at our local watering hole...literally SITTING on a bar stool at a table, I was sitting there talking to my friends and leaning on the table. When (what I can only assume) my elbows slipped off the table and my boot heels got hung up in the rungs of the bar stool...I face planted right there in the floor in front of everyone. I apparently didn't even try to catch myself. I think it just happened so fast...I couldn't even react. I laid there laughing at myself for a solid 5 minutes (along w/ my audience/friends)...half expecting them to pee their pants, when they finally helped me up.
What out for them bushes:
Let me start this one from the end and work my way back. One morning after a really fun night, Lollipop and I were pulling out of our friend's house that we'd crashed at the night before, when I look down and say "What the hell is on my skirt? It looks like berries or something." And Lollipop precedes to tell me this: Well when we got here last night, you jumped out of the car and started running towards the front porch...but you weren't exactly running straight. Your eyes kinda glazed over and you went running past the stairs and right into the bushes. I could still hear your legs going even though you were flat on your back. I couldn't get you up because I was laughing so hard. I had to go get _______ to come carry you inside. Damn you, Jager!!!
Dirt road ditty:
We're all still arguing about this one, because I swear to GOD I wasn't drunk!! We were out 4-wheeling. Somebody got stuck and the rest of us were just walking down the trail. Well Jinx pushed me...not hard, but hard enough to knock me off balance. He says I fell, because it took me staggering 10 yards between the trail and the embankment before I actually landed. What he doesn't understand is, that was me trying to steady myself after his push...and FAILING!!! You pushed me acehole!!!
Worst of all....SOBER!!!:
It was 6:30am on a Tuesday morning. I was rushing Slou down the stairs to grab breakfast and finish getting ready for school. There was a nylon sleeping bag bag laying half way up the stairs. I hit that sucker at full speed and it was like in the cartoons when somebody slips on a banana peel. In my recollection, I see myself (in slow motion) going up 3' and landing flat on my back...and staying there. I knew it was bad instantly. I've never come so close to passing out and throwing up all at the same time. I broke into a cold sweat. I couldn't breath without crying. Thank God my dad was there, otherwise that would've been an ambulance ride...and my girls would've been forced to go along for the ride. As it was, he took them to school and then came back to take me to the ER. I broke my T-10 vertabrae. I was flat on my back in bed for a solid 2 weeks and it took MONTHS for it to heal...and I still have issues from time to time and it's 2 1/2 years later. Sadly, that was not the first time those stairs kicked my ass...and it wasn't the last either.
So now ya know a little bit more of the story behind the mystery that is Graceful Disaster. Feel free to share any of your graceful moments or mine that I left out. Please click follow here and like me on Facebook here. To vote for me on Top Mommy Blogs...click the banner below. Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend...nobody gets hurt.