That Time I Fell Down

MamaKat gives weekly writing prompts, and while I haven't done one in a while, I decided to tackle one today.  Here are the writing prompts to choose from:

The Prompts:

It’s Thanksgiving time and the show will go on!

1.) Interview your kids…what do they think Thanksgiving is for? What are they thankful for? etc.
2.) Share a photo of what Thanksgiving looks like in your neck of the woods.
3.) Write a poem about the things you are thankful for.
4.) Describe a memorable Thanksgiving.
5.) Forget Thanksgiving, write about that time you fell down.

We established with my last post that I'm not a count-my-blessings-out-loud kinda girl.  So I chose prompt #5.

It was vacation time 2009 and we had rented a cabin in the Smokey Mountains.  But we spent a lot of time in Gatlinburg doing touristy stuff.  This included eating at great restaurants, which in turn included margaritas from time to time.

Before I took the fall I'm writing about, I first need to set the tone for how my whole vacation went for me.  We (my in-laws, Chris, Lauren and Becca) went to Bubba Gump Shrimp for dinner.  Of course, I had my margarita.  After my first drink and before my second, Becca needed to go to the ladies' room.  I took her up and we both took care of business.  I came out of the stall and saw Becca washing her hands.  I gave her a whack on the butt, and this woman turned around in complete shock.  I thought I was going to DIE.  Becca was on the other side of the bathroom, drying her hands and laughing like a loon.  

This kind of thing happens to me a lot.  My kids love to play the "remember when you did..." game and start laughing at me.

So after yet another dinner at Bubba Gump's (plus the aforementioned margaritas), my mom-in-law and I decided we needed to shop for souvenirs.  We tried one place in a strip mall that turned out to have just crap.  We left the store to go back to the van when apparently there was a small rip in space and time that dropped the street a little ways below where I thought it was.  This caused me to fall hard on my knees, scraping the hell out of one of them.  God, it was painful.  Chris jumped out of the van to help, but I could see my loving children trying not to laugh.

But after seeing the damage to my knee, I got a lot of sympathy.  We had to stop at CVS and get some first aid stuff because it was pretty bad.  Check it out:

That area of my knee is now a weird pink color and will probably be that way the rest of my life.

So that's just one of my stories about a time I fell down.