- Rip my expensive Joes Jeans in the butt while getting into a friend's car (these are the ones with the button popping incident, clearly they have not gotten the memo that I lost 6 lbs over the freaking HOLIDAYS).
- Fall down some stairs and sprain my ankle/foot
- There may or may not have been an unplanned release of flatulence upon falling
- And then I declared to everyone that I thought I was going to throw up
- The sad part here is that this all happened before I started drinking. Okay, so I had a glass of wine with dinner and a glass of port after, but do not be confused. I had stopped drinking like an hour before this happened. I am just a klutz. Thank god I did not actually vomit, I think it was just nausea from the sudden adrenaline rush to the system.
Me and Alka participating in the "Feats of Strength"