One of those "That will be a story to tell the grandkids" Weeks #72

Congratulations Starbucks for spelling my alias name right. I may just give you a shot at my real name tomorrow.

Ok so I can't even re-tell this story without hysterically laughing; therefore, if there are copious spelling errors and run-on sentences I don't apologize because I'm having waaay too muh fun reciting it to you. Picture this it's 8am, you're sound asleep, dreaming about being Sabrina the Teenage Witch and playing with your cat Salom. Then suddenly you wake to knocking at the door. Immediately your 'I'm not impressed face' is activated. You pray they will just give up and piss off. They don't piss off. You throw off your blankets, whilst vaguely remembering you live in a loft situation which requires you to scale a ladder to get down from your bed.  You put one foot on the first rung of the 2meter high ladder and begin your descent.

Next thing you know you're falling in mid air. And smash you hit the wall at the bottom. You're upside down and your legs are in a weird skyward facing position. Not sure what has just happened you hear a voice from the door say, "Oh my god. Is someone in there". You realise what has happened. Then you think, "Yes d***face someone is in here". You then, unsure of whether you have broken something, roll over and move slowly toward the door. You open the door. Girl at the door asks a question you are unsure of. You say a blunt "NO". You close the door sit down on the nearest seat and laugh like an ADHD child. Then you wonder why you are laughing. Then you remember you just fell off a ladder, survived, did the one and only cartwheel you will ever be able to do, and ended it with a neck crunch-shoulder-stand. Classy.

I has been 1 day since this has happened and still can't stop laughing. Although on a serious note, I looked in the mirror today and noticed my right leg has 3 giant bruises on it. My ribs on my right side are a wee bit purple and my head has a bit of a lump. Oops. I'm all jolly though. No blood.

I feel like Miranda. I pretty much am the 'Miranda' of the Southern Hemisphere. Just sayin.

And I'm out.
Peace, Morgs