So...it was a pretty dreadful fall, but mostly because I am stupid.

I was preparing something for work the next day on my laptop. My wife wanted to do something upstairs and asked me to go down to the basement. Sure, no problem. Instead of closing my laptop, I picked it up and stacked my kindle, my two phones, my notebook, and a travel mug on top of it.

I was walking blind, but holding my own. But then her asshole cat, who is not a normal cat and doesn't move out of the way when an obviously superior being walks by, was laying on the 6th step. I stepped on him, he went flying, and all my gear went sailing through the air as i somersaulted down the stairs in a calamitous crash. You know, the kind when the cymbals are still twirling.

Before that cymbal stopped making its noise I could hear her hysterical laughter. My laptop was broken along with my pride, but no injuries were sustained, and the cat was fine. I always tell her I could have broken my neck and been dead, but her first instinct was not triage--it was laughter.

:)