I did it!

I made it a year without falling on my fat old lady ass (or onto any other part of my fat old lady self, for that matter).

I don’t know when it starts (because I’m old and can’t remember), but at some point, every year the doctor’s office starts out your appointment asking if you fell in the past year.

And the last few years, I have not been able to say no. 

I almost made it last year. 

Then, in January, after a snow fall, I took a snow fall (see what I did there? I’m such a wit, or at least half).  Anyhow, my dear husband and I were outside, I lost my footing in a pile of snow and down I went.  And, as the commercial warns, I couldn’t get up.  Try as I might.  Ended up having to call the paramedics to come get my fat old lady ass up off of the ground (and I sincerely thank them for that service – it’s cold sitting in the snow – please, no comments about my rosy cheeks). 

The year before that, I tripped going up the stairs going from the garage.

And the year before that, I slipped getting out of the shower (yeah, get that image out of your head).

But this year.  This year … It’s February, and I haven’t fallen in over a year!

Let the celebrations begin.

So everybody cross their fingers that I can maintain uprightedness until I get to my doctor’s appointment today! 

If not, be prepared for some first class cussing (and you know I can do it too).