If I don't laugh at myself I'll cry.
Yesterday I really wanted to cry. It HURT.
I was in a store - one of those quick trips without a cart. I stuffed my arms. Instead of bending at the waist, I squatted to look at the bottom shelf.
Trying to stand, my quad muscles stopped working as if exhausted. Which meant I fell - HARD - on my bum. Because my hands were full, I didn't break the fall with my hands. I fell into the corner of a refrigerator case. It's a wonder the thing didn't topple over.
A 75-year old lady was near me asked if I were alright. Embarrassed, I lied.
"I'm fine, just a bruised ego. You'd expect this of a woman three times my age."
You should see the bruise. It's nasty.
And then, today...
I went to another store and got a cart because I learned my lesson yesterday. After scanning all my items the cashier told me the total. My purse was no where to be found.
A quick trip to the car didn't produce my wallet. Groceries aside (already bagged!) Mr. Intensity and I went home, where my purse was waiting by the door.