Slip + Fall = Ouch!!!

I'm really wishing that my pride hurt more than my back. Friday night I was trying to give Mabel a much needed Monkey respite. I scooped her up with one hand, and had a plate full of TJ's cat tuna in the other hand and started galloping down the stairs. About half way down I slipped on a plastic bag. My feet went shooting forward and I managed to continue down on the right side of my back. Cat food flew everywhere. In case you were worried, Mabel managed to easily bound to safety.

Now the plastic bag being there was totally my fault. Pure laziness. Basically instead of walking down a potential cat litter bag I carelessly tossed it over the counter and then completely forgot about it.

Ugh. So I don't think anything is broken, but my back STILL HURTS. I'm basically sitting on the couch with an icepack. Haven't slept much the past few nights. Over the counter meds just aren't working.

Fingers crossed that it gets better soon, since we're supposed to go to Six Flags with Griffin's company this weekend. Even though it's cheesy I've wanted to go for years but we just haven't gotten around to it. My back HAS to get better. Must...get...better...by...Saturday!!!



On a positive note, here's a photo of San Francisco's organic farm. Looks pretty sweet with a windmill and greenhouse.