I started falling when I tripped over Zach's flip-flop at the front door and managed to keep my wobbling balance for a few feet before gravity took over and I fell, face first, and skidded the rest of the way into the dining room with my boobs, belly, and knees taking most of the friction. I ended up with my head sort of beneath a chair at the end of the table, gasping, cause it knocked the breath right out of me. After I could breath again, but before I moved much, I started praying to the Dear Lord that no bones were broken because I sure didn't like the idea of having to lay my big, ol, fat, lazy, a**, in that floor until Zach got home from school. Prayer and a little luck worked cause after
I arose this morning with less soreness than I expected and only a bruise or two, and there's only a little carpet burn on one knee. I'm sure a lucky old broad; having this extra padding might have been good for that one thing at least.