If you should happen to suddenly get a wild hair to perform a Rockette-style kick in your kitchen at 9pm on a Friday night and end up flat on your back on the floor in a split second, please write about it on your blog.
Don't forget the part where in the .43276 seconds it takes to fall you see your husband gasp and cover his face.
And then there's the part right after you land hard on your left hip where you don't know whether to laugh or cry and you wait for the shooting pain to begin.
And then tell about how your husband got down on the floor to see if you were OK and you both start laughing hysterically.
And then how you laughed even harder when your nearly-teenage daughter walks in and says, "I thought I heard a thump and then I walk in you all are like....on the floor.....laughing" (**rolls eyes**).
I know if it happened to you you'd probably write about it the next day still laughing.
And then cringing at the pain in your neck and arm.
And then I am sure you'd say, "I guess I'm not 25 any more."
And maybe even roll your eyes.....
if your neck didn't hurt so much.