The Demon Stairs

So i fell down the stairs today....not pleasant. I mean this usually isn't a big deal at our house, it happens from time to time because we run down the stairs like Kevin McCallister does when he's Yelling, "piz-za, piz-zzzzza!". However this day was a doozie because my arm was bent back somehow and hit the wall during the jostle. So I audibly said, "owwwwweeeee" in a very ticked tone, i can only imagine the deep eyebrow knitting going on in my expression (that is why there is no attatched picture). The contents of my purse were spewed out down the stairs with the jingling music of anything but money. So when i finally came to I sat there rocking on the steps gently holding my arm, while my bum was ignored for a bit like the patient in the E.R. who doesn't have any limbs hanging half way off so therefore has to wait much longer. When the tingling started to subside, again alone in the house I audibly said, "thanks that it's not broken"....my replied prayer. Don't you hate that though? You have this huge chipper grin on your face and then this blow comes out of nowhere to knock it off your face. I survived though and in good spirits with no visible bruises to show for it yet.