So.
I fell yesterday. Not an horrific fall, but an 'I'm walking really fast in my boots with the three inch heels and step of a curb' fall. Pratfall. Carole Lombard. Lucille Ball. Dick Van Dyke. I'm sure it looked idiotic. Nolan (who was sitting in the car with his dad at the time) said it looked like I fell out of frame. Not only did I fall, but I fell ON MY BUTT in a big mud puddle. In front of my husband and father-in-law. And then I SWORE. Twice. Not the big guns, but definitely inappropriate around the father-in-law. However, Nolan said he read my lips in the rear view mirror as they were driving away, and that he might have to wash my mouth out with soap. I say I saved the worst for when no one was around and he should be grateful.
The really bad part? Today I ache. ALL OVER. My arms, my back, my legs. Seriously. I'm 35, not 85; I should be able to take a little spill and bounce right back, right? Evidently not. Stupid traitorous body.
And one of Nolan's employees stepped through the ceiling in the master bathroom in the new house. Tell me why it had to be one of OUR guys? Why couldn't it have been one of the other million yahoos that are working out there? The house is coming along, though. I dunno if it'll be March 1 like they said, but I can hope.
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Not to mention I fell down cement stairs last year and it hurt like a BITCH. I laid there for a couple minutes in pain until someone came up asking if I was alright and if they should get an ambulance. I was like, "Give me a minute..." and got up before she could make that call. Then I went back to my car crying and drove home. Awful AWFUL time. (and I swore something fierce as well:D)
So, yeah. Hopefully you feel better soon!
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So I watched like 10 people go by until this girl came up. Until then, I wasn't sure if I could get up or not, because I fell right on my spine. But when she mentioned an ambulance, I was like, "ummmm, no. I think I'll get up... in a minute."
And I was serious that ALL I think about is falling. Vivid pictures in my head of me breaking something. I am that scared of it.
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If I feel like this after a fall off a curb, I cannot even imagine what it must be like to fall down stairs. You poor thing.
So do we EVER get to write a scene together? Out of our 6 characters, surely 2 of them can meet...
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I had been thinking that Anthony could use a translator on a case, but that idea is not gonna happen now... We could come up with something for Simone to translate. Or she can get clothes from Parvati.
Or there are the Slytherins. (and I almost dread that. Slytherin meetings almost never end well.)
Or we can do all three. What the hell, maybe we can make up some interesting plot out of all this. *shrugs*
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Simone/Michael -Poor Michael. He'll be having women trouble enough, presently.
Jared/Michael - ? No.
Pansy/Jared - who would win?
Parvati/Simone - clothes, yes. Could work. Interesting? Hm.
Parvati/Jared - oooh. She's always drawn in by the pretty.
Pansy/Simone/Parvati - Hey, now that might work, at a neutral location, Pans & Simone have Tracey in common, not that Pansy knows that...
Must think on it some more.
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So... You're not alone.
Also, I've now got the Dick Van Dyke song stuck in my head. Thanks.
RE: Electrical Guy
You don't have textured ceilings, right?
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You're welcome. I do what I can.
You don't have textured ceilings, right?
We do. But as the house isn't finished yet, it won't be a big deal to have it fixed. It's just that Nolan's company is the electrical contractor on the job, working with this general contractor for the first time... it just looks bad. But I guess I'd rather it happen to us than to one of our customers.
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:-P
But I guess I'd rather it happen to us than to one of our customers.
[nods]
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But yes - totally UNCOOL to fall on your butt. Not only does it hurt your butt but it hurts your pride. We've all been there.
And yeah - a hole in the roof of the Master bedroom wouldn't go over well over at our house either... despite me being a rampant exhibitionist. Tee Hee! ;) I'll hope for March 1st for you too. :)
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I hope the house gets finished in time for you. That's a bummer about the ceiling, but it shouldn't be too hard to fix, should it?
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The ceiling is fixable. And as we don't live there, yet, not too inconvenient, either,
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Of course you're sore! BTW, if you'd been 85 you'd've broken a hip. Am I cheering you up yet? At least it wasn't caught on tape?
I'm deeply impressed with your usage of 'The Queen's English'.
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*curtsies*
:D
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I'm sorry you're sore. You didn't mention that earlier today. Sending sympathy your way.
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Thanks.
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Aging does suck. And Gravity is a bitch.
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Luckily, I fell on my cushiest feature. ;P
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Hope you are feeling better today. Sorry that this is so late, I seem to be terrible at keeping up with my flist.
Also, how's the hole in the ceiling thing coming along?
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