It's not like it is a habit of mine. And, the last time I remember doing it was when I was in Florida, with my very best friend, Elaine. That was several years ago. In fact, if you want to see her pee her pants, just ask her about me falling down in Florida. It automatically brings her to tears and she can't talk because she is laughing so hard. But, this year, I have fallen down twice in the last couple of months. Both times, it has been extremely traumatic to me. First time: It was raining pretty hard. It was in the early spring. I was driving my mother over to Comcast to upgrade her cable television. She was told to bring the remote control and of course, we forgot it. So, we turned around and went back to the house. I pushed the button to get into the garage and the garage door was opening. Well, because it was raining, I had my head down and I wasn't looking. You've got it, I ran smack dab into the garage door because it hadn't opened all the way...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother