Have I mentioned what a clumsy klutz I am?

I just fell down my front steps. Don't worry, there aren't many of them, but enough to bruise and take off a layer of skin. I was walking out in the dark (about midnight) to get some towels from the dryer to make up a bed for my unwell cat, and I turned as I walked out to make sure no kittens were sneaking out behind me. Over I went, like a sack of the proverbial. And I just lay there, not sure if I was going to laugh or cry. I opted for the former. It would have looked hilarious from the perspective of the houses opposite me! They would have seen me walking, walking, walking, GONE. hehehehe

Ah well, just add them to the tally of bruises that I always carry around with absolutely no clue as to how I got them.