The "trip" before my trip.

So, if you're my Facebook friend or you follow me on twitter, you've heard the story of how my face decided to beat up my stairs. My face lost.
Mommy Dearest and I are headed to NYC in the morning so I've been running around trying to pack and make sure I have everything taken care of around the apartment before I leave. Right before I went to bed last night, I decided that I'd better take out the trash so I wouldn't forget. I live in an apartment complex so I have to carry my trash down to the trash compactor. As I was walking back last night, it started to pour down raining. I was in my pajamas and didn't want to be soaked so I started running. I ran up my stairs (I live on the 3rd floor) and slipped. I reached out on both sides for the banisters but my hands couldn't get there fast enough. I fell face first onto the steps. My nose hit square on the edge of the concrete slab stair. My some miracle, I didn't lose consciousness, I didn't split my head open and need stitches, and I didn't knock all of my teeth out. I did, however, scrape the skin off of my forehead and and bang up (but not break) my nose, and absolutely bust my ass. I've already got giant bruises.

If you know me, you'll know that I'm clumsy. I blame my big feet (size 10, yo). Remember the time I broke my foot walking to the bathroom? I also ripped my big toenail off vacuuming once. I don't go off on daring adventures and get hurt. I just am a walking disaster sometimes. I only hope that if they make a movie of my life, they pick someone like Katherine Heigl or Cameron Diaz to play me. Ever notice how they always get cast as the quirky, clumsy love interest, who just happens to be super hot?

Anyway, I'm heading to NYC in a few hours and I already look like I've been mugged. Stellar.

See you on the flip side,
A