Saturday, February 21, 2015

Stair Doom

I'm standing at the top of the stairs and all of the sudden I think, is today the day I fall down the stairs and break my neck?  Or will I lie at the bottom,  maimed, with no one noticing while my 3 cats begin to gnaw at me to avoid starvation?

Now I always walk down the stairs, gingerly holding the rail, like a 95 year old frail lady.

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