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As many of you know, I don't wear pants very often. And as you start thinking down the same mental roads I tend to navigate down, I don't mean I have a fondness of running about bare assed. I mean pants literally I don't like to wear pants and they don't like me very much either since I tend to suffer some sort of pant-related calamity so frequently that I KNOW it's the pants. Instead, I prefer to wear one of my 50 skirts (ok, one of the 10 that are in constant rotation) even in the dead of a Nebraska winter when it's cold. So today, in honor of having to help do some set-up for the wonderful extravaganza of the Quilt Museum Gala, I wore one of the 3 pairs of jeans I have so I could move tables and chair s about without the threat of any sort of inadvertent booty flashing.

So I got dressed and gathered my things and headed down the stairs to leave when I missed a step and FELL DOWN THE STAIRS. Like bounced off my ass and down the stairs. So as I am sitting there trying to gather my bearings, Mini-me, after hearing the racket I made bouncing down the stairs, asks what happened. I tell her that I fell down the stairs to which replies "Oh. Well I'm ok".

Migration

like the birds I am slowly migrating from other blog arenas to this one.

After living in the Midwest for a year, I still appreciate the Fall weather while looking forward to Winter although I'm not sure what I'm going to do about having to wear pants. Isn't this the same song and dance we heard last year? I imagine one day I will have just accept that snow + ice=pants.