I tripped over the ottoman one too many times.
Not really. But I love that song. What I did do was fall off of Abby's pilates ball and hit my head on the frame of her wicker sofa. It was one of those slow-motion moments, when you realize exactly what's going wrong and why but are completely unable to stop it. To add to the considerable pain was the regret at doing something I knew wasn't going to work. I was balancing, stretched out, and really enjoying the feeling of floating, thinking, "Wow, I'm floating but I'm not in the water. How cool is that! Wow, this is kinda hard. I wonder if people fall off these things. I sure hope I don't fall off of this thing, since I am precariously positioned between a large coffee table, tv shelf, sofa, and 8-foot-high wooden cat jungle gym." So then I sat up for a minute, enjoying that stretchy feeling, and decided to do it again, seeing as how nothing bad had happened the first time. Duh.
