tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50949272408844149722011-04-21T17:44:36.194-07:00Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17682912103232443893noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5094927240884414972.post-67516130716472441672008-11-06T07:21:00.000-08:002008-11-06T07:29:08.953-08:00Hey, my butt and elbow are having a bad day from a little slip down the stairs.<div><br /></div><div>I used to actually slide down the stairs ON PURPOSE in a sleeping bag, so the  *thump* *thump* *thump* as I hit each step was not all that unfamiliar.  I didn't slide all the way to the bottom of the stairs because I was able to stick my foot in between two spindles in the railing (yes, the same oak railing that after living only 6 years in my home noticed that one spindle is cherry) and stop the fall. What was disturbing was this, when I let Josh know that story, he asked if it was broken.  "My foot?" "No, the railing." THANKS A LOT, JOSH!  No, I didn't break the railing or MY FOOT or my butt or elbow or neck!</div><div><br /></div><div>Check out my new favorite podcast, Generation Tech</div><div><a href="http://www.gentech.tv/">http://www.gentech.tv/</a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5094927240884414972-6751613071647244167?l=mandyv.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17682912103232443893noreply@blogger.com2