We’re supposed to go for a ride with friends this afternoon, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to.  Clumsiness that is me fell hard this morning, and I’ll probably be too sore to ride. See we’ve got this couch bed in my office.  I pulled it out yesterday because I already had this room warm, but the bedroom was freezing.  It was super easy to get out as usual, and all was well.

Then Hubby came home and sat on the edge of it.  270lbs on a concentrated area of the bar wasn’t good at all, and he bent the thing.  He bent it out the best he could, but he just couldn’t get it completely straight.  Last night one of my friends drove up for my birthday.  It was late, so we pulled the couch bed back out for him so he didn’t have to drive 2 hours home at midnight.

This morning Hubby came stumbling through half asleep and plopped down on the same bar he bent yesterday!  This time it bent even worse, but he was running late, so he didn’t have time to fix it before work.  He was out the door before I could get it folded back up, so I folded it up and tried to put it back in the couch myself.  Everything was fine until I went to give it that last shove down into the hole.  It didn’t want to budge, so I put all my body weight into it, pushed as hard as I could, and found myself flat on my face against the bottom of the bed.  It was in place, but I smacked my lower stomach on the very uncushioned wooden frame of the couch on my way down.

Now I’m in some serious pain, and I’m already turning black and blue.  I bruise so easily my whole stomach will probably be one huge bruise in a couple hours.  I’ll keep an eye on it, and if it starts to look too rough I’ll hit up Urgent Care.

What is it with me an furniture? The last time I seriously hurt myself I fell on one of the chairs my aunt bought for her home theater seating. I already have an invisible bullseye on my forehead. I guess I need to paint one on my entire body.