It's no secret that I *may* be the clumsiest person on the planet. Srsly. I fall down more than anyone I know.
Well, except maybe my mother. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Pun TOTALLY intended.
Today I got home and, as usual, was going to let the maniac dogs out so they could pee and frolic and generally act like idiots. Being that it was the day time and I didn't actually need to turn on the hall light to see I mozied down the hallway towards the back door.
The next thing I knew I was tragically falling down into a heap on the floor.
What caused me to twist my right ankle so hard it took my breath away, nearly fold my left foot in half, bump and scrape my left knee on ceramic tile and smash my right shoulder into the wall?
The answer lay in the pee that I now laid in.
Fucking asshole dogs. Thanks for peeing in the hallway. I was gone all of 20 minutes.
And to add insult to (serious) injury, they were still jumping all over my head trying to get to the back door. As if I was letting them out now. I took my clothes off right there in the hallway and got in the shower.
My loving partner cleaned up the mess and let them out when she got home 10 minutes later. Love her.
Hate those jerks sometimes.