It was dark in the bedroom when I grabbed my shoes, so I ended up with two left shoes (fairly ironic) and had to head back upstairs before leaving. I was carrying only one book (small, paperback), and one clog when I approached the stairs. These stairs are steep, and not carpeted.
Feet fly out from under me. Thud! bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce.....ow. I am now 3/4 of the way down. "Mama, what happened to you?" I fell down the stairs. "Why you fall?" Because I slipped. "Lou, why don't you go give Mama a hug and see if she's okay?"
"You okay Mama?" Yes, I'll be okay. I have a boo-boo on my elbow, but I'm okay. "Okay Mama. You carry me downstairs now." Sigh.
I have two giant painful bruises. One is on my elbow, and I am sure you can figure out where the other may be.