Falling down...

Come on.  I have exactly two feet.  One of them works, one of them doesn't.

One can wear tennies, one can rest in a boot.  With weightbearing responsibilities reserved for the heel.

Guess which foot one should not land on, squarely, when hopping out of bed to help a sad child in the morning.

Guess which foot one should not use to climb a bunk bed.

Guess which foot one should not land on when falling off one's, ahem, walker  scooter. (No, I am not divulging why I was attempting to make it 'corner like it's on rails!')

I was not named Grace for a reason.

My mama is not a damned liar.

On the other hand, I'm shocked as hell she didn't name me...Lurch.

G'night.