Fall is Knocking on Our Door; Stacy Takes a Tumble; Random Funnies: Random Tuesday Thoughts

Hello, my favorite Tuesday peeps! Today’s a full moon, which could explain so much.

Remember how last week I was hoping we’d start to get fall weather? Well, it’s heeerrrre! It’s now dipping down into the upper 40s at night, and daytime highs vary from 60s to 80s, depending on if there are clouds to start the morning before the sun comes out. If it’s cloudy in the morning, it stays chilly until the sun breaks free late afternoon – or, you know, right before it sets. 😅 Basically, this is how our weather and seasons go:

That’s pretty valid. And don’t forget – Christmas will be here before you know it—don’t blink! Here, let me help you with that:

Countdown to Christmas

The sea of boxes in the living room filled with Christmas cheer keeps expanding. I need to block out some time on my calendar and go ahead and start wrapping presents so I can do two things – 1) remember what I’ve gotten who so far (so I don’t overdo it – although I think that ship has already sailed) and 2) make sure I haven’t forgotten something or someone. I’ve been having more Blonde Moments lately – I think it’s because I’m still working way too many hours and need to take a break soon.

Speaking of ‘break’… I was worried I broke a rib this weekend. Thankfully, it’s not as serious as that. I was wearing my favorite Palazzo pants on Saturday while at a fantastic 50th Anniversary celebration for a lovely couple that my hubby’s band was playing at, and I was also wearing a new pair of shoes with pointy toes. You see where this is going? In case you’re wondering what the heck ‘Palazzo pants’ are, these are they:

The shoes I was wearing were less dangerous than those in the image (or so I thought)—in fact, these are the exact Western booties I was wearing:

See? With the much lower and chunky heel, you’d think I’d be safe from doing a face plant at any time during the event.

I was so wrong.

Little did I know that wearing a lower heel would put me in jeopardy of taking a tumble because I’m height-challenged, and the hems of my pants were slightly dragging on the ground. I made sure to hold them up when walking so I wouldn’t trip.

Except.

The one time I neglected to do so since I was in a hurry to catch up with a friend outside, instead of catching up with that friend, I ended up catching the pointy toe of my right shoe on the hem of my left leg, and boy, oh boy, did I take a tumble! Outside on the pavement. Bam!

It felt like it was happening in slow motion—I instinctively knew I wasn’t going to be able to disentangle my right shoe from my left hem in time to use my right foot to stay my execution, so I did sort of a tuck and roll – landed on sort of the back of my right shoulder. Hard.

I didn’t hear any bones crunch or crack (whew!) and was able to scramble back upright without assistance (I was mortified that my tumble was witnessed by two young teen girls – maybe early 20s, who knows anymore – but one of them started coming over to see if I needed help. Her mama raised her right! I was already back to being upright by the time she was halfway to me, so I dusted myself off and continued to look for my friend.

Who, ironically, wasn’t even outside. 🤦🏻‍♀️

It wasn’t until a little bit later—you know, when the sheer embarrassment of taking a tumble in front of young whippersnappers finally wore off—that I noticed the pain. Oh, the pain. It hurt to inhale. It hurt to exhale. It hurt to just breathe.

So naturally, I was worried I’d done something horrific, especially after my best friend died a few years ago from a broken rib. She never got checked out, and her autopsy showed that she had a tiny puncture in her lung from her broken rib. Because she didn’t seek medical attention, she ended up dying in her sleep several days after the incident.

I checked in with my doctor’s office online for a consult to see if I needed to go to the ER. Luckily, while I have pain, checking for broken ribs, there doesn’t appear to be any, and there’s no swelling or skin discoloration (apparently, the latter two symptoms are indicative of an actual break). I either cracked or bruised a rib in my fall, so I’m thankful it’s not an actual break-break. I’ll be wearing a binder for a couple of weeks to keep my rib cage safe on the off-chance that there’s a crack that might ultimately break with exertion or, you know, another tumble. I just need to stay on my feet and not hit the ground…heh!

The hubby also commented that now that we’re of a ‘certain age’ (you know, over 40!), we need to be cautious of any falls. So next time I wear my Palazzo pants, I’ll wear round-toed shoes with a higher heel to keep the hems off the ground—and off my toes. 😉

On that note, let’s jump into the funnies, shall we? This cracked me up:

This is valid:

This is hilarious:

This is funny (and true):

This cracked me up:

I love this (The annual “Firefall” at Horsetail Falls in Yosemite. This happens once a year when the sun lines up perfectly to reflect off the falls this way, making it look like a ‘firefall’ instead of a waterfall):

This is hysterical:

This is wild:

This cracked me up:

This is hilarious:

This is funny:

This is valid:

This is is kinda sad:

And I’m just going to leave this right here for you:

That’s a wrap for this week – you know the drill, link up, and join the fun; everyone is welcome etm. 😉

Link up your Random (or not) here:

Keeping the random alive (barely) – feel free to snag a badge and play along – one for my wino friends:

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And one for my non-wino friends:

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