It wasn't a car accident...I know that Homebrew had a much more serious injury and hope that he's doing better. BUT, you gotta hear about my little spill.
It's one of those stories that my kids will tell my grandkids...
After a night out, Mike and I were goofing off. When we arrived home, I locked him in the garage and ran upstairs to our bedroom, ripped off my clothes and jumped into bed.
All the while, he was knocking on the door (he didn't have the right set of keys to let himself in). So, our son let him in.
I was gonna be in bed like, "what took you so long?" when he rushed in, scooped me outta bed and proceeded
to carry me, I assume, to lock ME in the garage...
...when he slipped on the first step and we both fell onto the stairs. I was heading downstairs head and shoulders - butt-nekkid - when he reached out and grabbed me by the ankles and saved me.
Thank God I was trying to cover up the "crucial" spots since our son was looking on and didn't re-injure my wrist from the last accident.
I thought that I broke my tailbone...I didn't, but after 6 days, my ass STILL hurts...you should see the bruise, and J-LO ain't got nuttin' on me!
When I met gr8stag on Saturday eve, I was so embarrassed about my condition! I kept wiggling in my seat...ugh!
Well, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!