I have a thing for paper towels. I come by it honestly. I inherited it from my father. He ALWAYS has a paper towel nearby. I don’t like drying my hands on a dishtowel. It feels dirty. I use paper towels for everything! And, truth be told, I am a paper towel snob. I only like certain brands and certain looks. I want my paper towel to be soft, thick, and plain white. No designs for me!
This morning I used the last ones on the roll before I was ready to leave. I went out to the garage to grab some more off the freezer. As I was coming back inside, I remembered I had also used the last tissue, so I pivoted back toward the door in my socks and stepped. Something happened in that moment. I guess my foot slipped, but all of a sudden I missed the stairs to the garage and ended up on the concrete floor instead, just missing the hood of my car and the tool bench. Graceful I am not!
I am now sporting several dark purple bruises and am a bit tender in places. The last time I fell I was running. After falling, I decided running was too dangerous and gave it up. (Honestly, I was looking for an excuse and it seemed like a sound one.) I don’t think paper towels and tissues are dangerous, but I will need to be more careful in the future–or at least get more sleep at night so I can walk in the morning without falling. Ha!