I shall buy BOOTS

So the other night, it had snowed about 2 feet...a friend had shoveled us out cuz he had a half day and aj and i weren't feeling too well that day. I really wanted to go to the chiropractor because I had missed a day or two...I had to back aj's truck out of the driveway, pull my car out and then pull his truck back in...simple right? Not if you fall on your ass. My car was parked at the curb while I walked back over to get into Aj's truck in front of the neighbors. I hit ice I guess. One second I was walking and the next I was flat on my back. I hit the back of my head pretty hard, but I had my hood pulled over my head (for once) so there was a millimeter of cushion on my melon. Ouch. I was like whoa. My feet were up on the embankment where the plow had been by and I was splat in front of Aj's truck, his lights were on, so anyone who happened to have been looking(hopefully no one) would have seen quite a fall. I would have laughed had it not hurt so bad. I got up...moved his truck in...Aj's at the door saying 'are you ok' at the exact time I'm saying 'did you see me fall'...ouchie mama. I made it to the chiropractor about 5 mins late, they stayed for me though cuz I told them I fell. Anywho, that night I was fine, slight head ache but no biggie. Well now it's been 3 days and I'm sooooo sore. Every muscle must have tensed up when I fell. My right hip and back(of course my back why not...anywho) feel bruised but I don't see a bruise. My shoulders and neck are achy. The backs of my arms feel like I did some massive tricep dips WHICH I DID NOT.
My point is, number one, I'm so glad I wasn't carrying Maggie. Phew.
Number 2, if a kid falls, he gets back up and goes about his business. I apparently am not a kid anymore. I feel like I was hit by a truck, which I haven't ever been hit by a truck, and I'm sure it's a slight exaggeration, but I am SORE.

Only other time I remember falling on ice was when I was pregnant with Maggie...oh I was so scared I'd have hurt her by falling, I just starting bawling. I was fine, I didn't hurt and obviously she was fine...obviously.

Moral of the story really is... I need snow boots! So with my valentine money I got from my Dad, I shall buy boots.