Tumble

I took a tumble yesterday. It all started with spilling my water bottle in my office. I jumped up to grab the papers on the floor (don’t judge me) so they didn’t get wet, slipped on the water, and things went to hell in a handbasket after that. Further proving most accidents happen in the home.

When I slipped, I fell onto my desk (aka parson’s table) which then turned over, sending my computer, lamp, candle, marble coaster, and myriad other desk adornments to the floor, including me. Had the Russian judge been there, I’m pretty sure I would have scored at least a 9.2.

I’m happy to report, no bones were broken as a result of this colossal fail. I’m bruised, sore, and it feels like I was run over by a dump truck, but no pins, plates, or casts were required. (IYKYK) Either my bones have gotten stronger as I’ve aged (highly unlikely), or I’ve finally learned the fine art of falling gracefully (also highly unlikely).

As I so often do, I looked up the word tumble in the dictionary. Webster says:

• To fall suddenly and helplessly
• To suffer a sudden downfall or defeat
• To decline suddenly and sharply
• To fall into ruin
• To turn end over end in falling
• To roll over and over
• To perform gymnastic feats.

Nailed it!