As I was eating breakfast Tuesday morning, I checked Facebook. Someone had posted that the roads were unexpectedly icy. I forgot about it until we were on the way out the door. I stepped out and said, “Be careful, the roads are bump bump bump oof ow.” Those last words were said as I slipped and fell down all the stairs, landing on my back. It was slick. Lloyd called to me from the top of the steps, “I wanted to help you but I knew I’d fall, too.” Yeah, no foolin’.
We threw salt all over our driveway and sidewalk and rushed to school so we could throw sand all over the parking lot. That stupid concrete has to cure for a year, so no salting can be done yet.
Anyway, after the rush of taking care of everything wore off, I now have a very sore back, a sore arm and a bruised hip. I’m going to bed.