I wanted to keep the Christmas spirit flowing so we ventured out to see a light display at the fairgrounds. It was a drive-through display which seemed ideal - mainly because I could eat cookies as we drove.
Which is exactly what I did.
The entire display was synchronized to music and it ended up being fantastic! Everyone was warm and comfy, and the fudge-covered peanut butter cookies from Aldi did not disappoint.
When we arrived home, the stairs leading down to the condo were a bit slippery. I was wearing my Birkenstocks, which are completely appropriate winter attire. I took a few steps down the stairs and turned back to warn my compadres that it was slick and they should be careful. As I faced forward to resume my descent, I slipped and fell. I hit my backside and slid all the way down, hitting each stair on the way - there were 12 wooden steps that I bounced down. It was as if they were spring-loaded, each step launching me neatly to the next one down. I thought I might fall off the edge of the landing and roll to the bottom of the steep hill.
After my thrill ride was over, I laid at the bottom of the steps for a moment, wondering if I was dead or broken in all my bones.
I'm too old for this kind of nonsense.
It hurt. It hurt real, real bad.
And I lost the rest of our cookies. That was the saddest part.
I was sore and bruised in the days that followed.
Yes, that is my bum. Get over it.
Did I mention that I'm too old for this nonsense.
Merry ding-dang Christmas!
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