maybe I fell down the stairs, AGAIN.

Posted bycasey coombsPosted inToo lazy to label.

Guess what I did.

OH NOES!

A) I lost to a cat in heat who confused my legs with a potential mate.

B) I lost to a brand new razor.

C) I lost to a jelly jar that smashed to smithereens on my freshly washed floor.

D) I lost to a weed whacker.

E) SWINE FLU! (So it’s cool I make a swine flu joke right? I never can tell with pandemics.)

F) Blood spatter from a very serious bloody nose of a very bloody child.

G) I fell down the stairs. (AGAIN.)

Things have been a little dull and dare I say depressing around moosh in indy in the month of April so what better way to spice things up than with a very mysterious, possibly macabre photo of my most loathed body part? Hang around long enough and my blog is likely to give you whiplash no personal injury lawyer will be able to prosecute.

I dare say I’m thisclose to a bulleted list of “happenings in mooshville.”

LIKE THE FACT THAT MY HUSBAND IS DONE WITH LAW SCHOOL IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS.

And before all you naysayers get all “OH BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BAR?” up in my face, shut up and let me be happy for like 27 minutes before bar prep starts.

Then there’s that little kid that runs around here announcing what I may or may not smell like. Or what the world may or may not smell like, I swear that kids sense of smell didn’t kick in until 5 months ago. Nothing like getting a morning hug and having the love of your life announce “MOM, YOU SMELL LIKE BUTT” or “WHOA MAMA WITH THE DRAGON BREATH!” or tell you that her butt is more awesome than yours because it doesn’t bleed AND IT’S NOT HAIRY.

moosh's magic pony

Which reminds me, has anyone seen my pride?

I had a wonderful birthday, thanks to everyone who gave me permission to make May my month since April is on my smells like butt poop list. So May it is. I’m even considering doing NaBlaPoMo for May.

And maybe my very first post will be to answer just what on earth happended south of the chubby kneequator.

57 thoughts on “maybe I fell down the stairs, AGAIN.”

  3. Seriously?? You’re going to leave us hanging like that? Because if you did fall down the stairs, I need to know what they are made of – barbed wire??? 🙂

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  7. hmm im going to say jelly jar, only because of the “splatter” marks on the legs..otherwise id say razor ..eitehr way, you sure got our attention LOL..and btw, May, it WILL be better 🙂

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  10. What in the hay-ell did you do to your legs, girl?!

    And my kid is all about smells lately too. except I think he makes things up. Because he claims he can smell dead geese bones and how would even know they smell like (plus, i can never smell anything when he’s going on about dead geese bones… so maybe it’s me because it has been a few days since I showered). Damn!

    Jills last blog post..WTF? Wednesday – Back with a vengeance

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  12. Happy belated birthday!

    And the bar? Copious amount of studying, but as long as he treats it like a job (8 hour study days for a few weeks), I’m sure he’ll be fine. Congrats on being done with law school!

    Kelleys last blog post..On Compliments

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  18. I’m guessing jelly jar. Just cause I’ve had nearly the exact same thing happen. Except it was a beer bottle, not a jelly jar. And it was in a bar, not in your kitchen.

    I think I’ll just shut up now.

    ashleys last blog post..Down With the Frog

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  19. Ahh! That really looks like it hurt. I’m so sorry!
    Just to help you feel better I’ll share what happened when I fell down the stairs in December… beware… the pictures aren’t pretty! http://reyeshouse.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-broke-my-face.html
    I hope that you’re alright.

    I hope you’re able to bask in the 27 minutes of glory that your husband being done with law school affords you!

    Be careful… Stay away from those killer razors 😉

    Erikas last blog post..Relay for Life

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  22. Um, speaking as a former IU law school widow, tomorrrow is. a. very. big. deal. I remember being able to cut the tension in Chateau L-S with a very, very dull butter knife during finals time.

    And sending you a little internet TLC for your poor wittle wegs. Whatever the cause, it must’ve hurt like the dickens. (End of crazy auntie voice)

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  23. Hi!
    I’ve been following for awhile. But your right, April for you has sucked. I’m sorry. 😦
    Anyway, I got your blog address from your dad (who works with my hubby.)
    My girls hate the “bleeding from your butt” too! 🙂

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  25. Totally jelly jar. And! I bet you did it on purpose so that you could use the steamer again. LOL

    Ya, Moosh and her sense of smell? FUNNY!

    Like on the weekend when she came into her bedroom asking “What’s that smell?” and plugged her nose. She *might* have just walked through a plume of toot. Just sayin’.

    Iz heart her. TONS!

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  27. Don’t think about bar prep. Just don’t. It’s horrible. Think about graduation and the hooding ceremony instead! Because C getting HOODED (hee) is way more fun than C doing more studying (boo). Best of luck to him though. I’m sure he’ll pass the bar on the first try.

    Here’s to a fabulous May! You deserve it!

    Melissas last blog post..pre-trip guilt trip

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  35. “Which reminds me, has anyone seen my pride?”

    Hahaha, loved it.

    It’s how I feel almost every day.

    This morning I got the, “Hey Mom, what’s this?” question from my five-year-old in regard to his testacles. Where the hell are the husbands when you need them?

    Hope that gave you a little chuckle and that May is a much better month for you!

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  36. I’m going with jelly jar followed by new lady shaver. I’ve been hacked up by a cat and the blood patterns don’t match.

    May is my “smells like butt poop” month, but I hope it rocks for you.

    Jamies last blog post..Tied up…

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  40. I think maybe I mentioned during your last stair-battle that I’m convinced I’m going to die from falling down a flight of stairs.

    I’ve done myself so much damage when it comes to stairs… twice fallen down them with a laundry basket – one time gouging the edge of the basket into my solar plexus (*OUCH*) and the other time scraping the front of both shins/ankles/feet on the last three stairs the DAY before a 5-day trip to Disneyland.

    And that’s only the beginning.

    Reeses last blog post..Dealz

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  41. I’m guessing a new razor. I can’t seem to shave with a new razor without cutting myself either. Can’t they sell partially broken in ones or something?

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  45. Or none of the above…you’ve gotten into Chinese torture methods and are paper cutting yourself to death.

    My birthday sucked this month too. Not as bad as yours, but still. Is something wrong with April this year?

    Hollys last blog post..The Birthday Saga

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  50. I vote poor little Moosh nose. We got a lot of that at our house when the kids were little. The bathroom looked like a murder scene.

    Tear off that calendar page for April and move on now. Mother’s day is coming.

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