Last week, it was the fall in the garage

Last night, I fell down the stairs.

I'm fine, nothing's broken. I'm bruised and banged up, my knees are in pain, my sides are in pain, it's all very painful.

But at least it's nothing worse than that.

But this marks like the fourth or fifth fall I've had this year since the summer, and so my family is starting to get concerned.

Once I slipped because the cleaning lady was mopping and I didn't know, once it was after cleaning up my niece's vomitous mess, there was the fall I had going into the garage, then the one last week in the garage, and then last night.

But like here's the thing, though?

I'm single.

I'm harried.

I'm clumsy.

My ex just got engaged last week.

This is the part in a romcom where a handsome, rich man with an improbable job is supposed to swoop into my life in a meet cute, isn't it?

So where is he?

Oh jesus. I'm so sorry. ;; Gravity needs to stop messing with you

That would be nice.

Also, I forgot the fall I had sometime during the summer at the park next to my house, where I tripped over the uneven sidewalk and fell, only to have Hot-for-the-Suburbs-Dad come back help me up and make sure I was okay. So I guess that was kind of a meet cute, except for where he was married and most likely straight.