Slo-mo fall

Took a tumble today going through my front door carrying scissors and extremely prickly roses. The toe of my flip flop caught on the threshold and then I was very sloooowly falling down toward my music stand, which would be quite painful if I landed on it so I go "YYYYYAAAAAUUUGHGHGhhhhhhhblllh!" and sort of flop to the side a little and land on the arm of my couch instead, pushing it into the middle of the room and knocking over both the music stand with all the music on it and the end table, similarly covered with music because I've been practicing for the next Ukaladies gig.

When I got up, it looked as if a tornado had swept through my tiny studio, but I think some of that mess was already there. Like the garbage can in the middle of the room. I promise you I had just pulled it out from under the sink a few minutes before, I don't keep it in the middle of my apartment. And there were umbrellas all over the place because I use them to keep my dog from hanging out on the furniture while snacking on her privates.

Got up, brushed myself off, promised my neighbor (who had, humiliatingly, witnessed the whole thing) that I was just fine, and cleaned my house. Which looks fabulous now! So there is a happy ending... plus, miraculously I did not stab myself or anyone else with the scissors, nor did I shred anything with the numerous sharp thorns encrusting the roses.