Tuesday, April 22, 2008


This morning, after my morning ablutions, I descended the stairs to prepare to depart for work. At the second stair from the bottom, I slipped and fell on my back and butt. Owie! It seems to run in the family, although the genetic link is suspect.

NURTURE BEFORE NATURE! Take that, biologists! Checkmate!


M&M said...

Maybe there's something EVIL living under your stairs! If you need to borrow one of my Harry Potter wands, let me know.

Is it me, or does it sound odd to hear from a man about to turn 50 "ONE of my Harry Potter wands"?

Jen said...

If it were like my house I would suggest picking up the dolls and crayons that litter the stairs, or maybe move the cat but I know those things aren't the problem. I suspect the wand might be more helpful than me.

GDad said...

It's "win-GAR-di-um le-vi-O-sa", not "win-GAR-di-um le-vi-o-SA".

Alexc3 said...

A predisposition towards falling down stairs? :0