At lunchtime, I was sitting at the island, cutting an apple with a steak knife. My husband and most of the kids were in the family room/kitchen. I was talking to them as I got up to put the knife in the dishwasher. I stepped down and just as I did, I noticed Shadow** almost directly under my feet. In an effort to not smash him to smithereens, I tripped, lunged and fell hard on my hip, still holding the very sharp knife. Amazingly, I was not hurt at all, and did not stab myself or anyone else.
Later on, during a driving rain storm, I had to take several kids to and fro to various activities (and pick up stranded children from the baseball games that weren't). I had left the burb in the driveway, not knowing the deluge that was headed our way. I decided to pull it into the garage to load in the couple kids I had at home. I stood in the garage for a moment, psyching myself up for the dash I had to make (which included navigating an enormous puddle and a basketball hoop). When I was ready to go for it, I pushed off quickly. . .and my flip flop slid on the wet garage floor. My momentum thrusted me forward into the rain and headlong toward the basketball hoop. With much arm flailing and screeching, I righted myself before I crashed into the hoop. Then I splashed into the puddle and flung myself into the burb. It was quite harrowing.
So - I guess I was super lucky. But I am mostly glad that no one happened to be recording my less-than-graceful movements!
**Shadow. His tagline should be: "Shadow! He's everywhere you want to be!" He is almost literally under my feet 24/7. Every time I move, he moves with me, and usually directly in my path. It's a miracle I haven't stepped on him yet.