last night, i was walking down the stairs to get ice cubes for joes' ice bath (for his foot) and slipped down a couple of steps. i was just glad that i didn't fall the entire way down. it would totally suck if both joes and i were incapacitated by injuries.

but i made a really loud clatter so tommy yelled out to see if i was ok and to ask if i fell, so being already embarrassed as it was, i yelled back and said i was ok and no, i didn't fall when i totally did. i'm gonna hear about this later when he reads this. tee-hee-hee!

this wasn't the first time i slipped on these stairs.

another germophobic issue: i get so paranoid at medical places, like my doctor's office or the hospital or something. can you imagine what viruses or germs are at those places?