Because I'm lazy, I never bothered to shovel my front steps. I just have these two clear spots I carefully step in to get from the porch to the driveway. Never had a problem UNTIL TONIGHT.
My foot slipped and I fell. I have the nastiest bruises on my right forearm and my ass. Waaaa. I want my mommy. Wait...maybe that's not a good idea...
Me: Mom...I fell and now I have boo-boos on my arm and my butt! .:sniffle:.
Mom: Boo-boos, eh? Well, why did you fall?
Me: .:mutters something under breath:.
Mom: What was that, dear?
Me: Maybe I didn't shovel off my steps.
Mom: Well, then, darling, it's your own fault you fell. Quit whining and go put some ice on your ass.
Me: Meanie.
Mom: Go fall victim to something that's NOT due to your own stupidity and then I'll feel sorry for you.