Somehow, I Have a Feeling This Is Going To End Up On YouTube

[eccentrici]

This is what I get for bragging about being accident free for so many months.

Last night, I was in Target doing some shopping when I come across these really cool chairs that would be great for my living area. They match my furniture and even though they are low to the ground, I thought they would be perfect when Hillary comes over to play video games. They were far more chic than those video rockers. So I thought I should try one out. NOT A GOOD IDEA. They are about 4 inches off the ground. Picture me trying to lower myself so I can sit on one. The moment my ass touched the chair, the chair shot out from under me like the Flash on speed. I hit the floor. Hard. And I landed flat on my stupid ass. No one was around, but I'm sure the people monitoring the security video had a good laugh.

Oddly enough, I wasn't sore today. My wrist hurts but that could just be carpal tunnel from my job.

So today's lesson children is don't even think about trying to sit on furniture that is 1/100th of your body weight and 4 inches tall. It only leads to a buttache and a possible spot on America's Funniest Surveillance Videos.

Comments

[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

Gosh, I'm glad you weren't hurt too bad. I bought one of those stupid video rocking chairs, and I had such hell trying to get up and out of it, I just gave up on it completely. My dog Zooey sits on it. She loves it. But she's a little tiny Maltese.

[eccentrici.livejournal.com]

My dog would think that it's a new bed, but he already has a bed and a pillow and an afghan and a blanket.

I love Malteses. I babysat a friend's Maltese one time and had to give her a bath. I was shocked at how tiny she was. I have a Silky Terrier and he looked big in comparison.

[kaydee23.livejournal.com]

I have a miniature American Eskimo, and she looks like a St. Bernard next to Zooey. Her name is Zelda. Anyway. Zooey is tiny, but she is so very very bossy. She has to have her water changed when she wants it changed. She decides when I go to bed and when I wake up. She chooses the direction on the walks, and she decides how long and how far we'll walk. I call her Bossy-the-cow dog. I love her though. I always forget how tiny she is, and then sometimes I see her and I think, "Oops."