The railing that saved me from a horrific tumble.
I work from home.
It has some perks. I get to hang out with George all day so he doesn’t pee on the rug. I can have steak for lunch on the grill with Megan. I don’t spend a ton of money on lunch like I used to. My commute is really short.
And as I was telling a client (who asked about the perks of working from home) the other day, I rarely wear shoes.
I always get up and dressed, because otherwise I would devolve rapidly into a fabulous mess, but rarely do I wear shoes.
Friday, alas, I suffered the result.
Megan was getting ready for work in that bathroom, and I was standing there, asking her 500 questions, as I am wont to do.
It hurts like a bitch. I hope it doesn't fall off.
I turned to leave, stubbed my toe harder than I think I’ve ever done before, and almost took a tumble over the railing and down the stairs.
Lying on the floor, hollering, George came over to lick my face. Just to make sure I was ok. I hate dog slobber. A lot.
As Megan pointed out, good thing I’m not wearing sandals to the wedding. My toe may never be the same again…
