of grace and gracefulness, and how I am in possession of neither

Diane's super special, non-spoilery, one-word review of Iron Man 2? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! \o/

After, friend Don treated us to late dinner at IHOP as a belated anniversary sort of thing. And after after, I made an absolute fool of myself. We were walking out of the restaurant, talking about who knows what (the conversation had covered various comic universes and meandered through Star Trek recent vs. original, Babylon 5, and Aqua Teen Hunger Force), and I managed to trip over the seam between two sidewalk squares.

Thanks to having been starting to step off the curb, trip led to swearing multi-stumble led to full 100% wipeout. I am awesome. Only reason I didn't end up shredding my hands and knees was I think I twisted left overcompensating to keep from falling off the curb and landed side first before front. Now to see if all the padding stops bruises or no. :p Various bits are freaking complainy, though (hello, wrists). As is my pride, considering that was all right along restaurant windows, as well as in front of the husband and the guys we were with. Haven't tripped so stupidly since my early high school days when I was still the sort of person to go on a youth group retreat, and did a full somersault tripping over air molecules while running through a motel parking lot with other kids.

Did I ever mention how I don't have depth perception/stereoscopic vision, technically? Yeah. (And someday I'll have to tell about what a great idea it was to sign up for softball when I was 11, from my best friend smacking me right between the eyes with a softball while we were playing catch, to the coach having yelling fits because I tended to swing while the ball was still a good five feet in front of the plate. Or not, that's probably all good enough story right there. :| )

also, it is a good day to make soup

Ohyeah, I forgot lastnight/thismorning:
Countdown to SPN season finale song-sharing #4
The Wholes -- Bullets http://www.mediafire.com/?wzkmz2jywnm
Just four more nights, yes.

And there is a mouse in the house (brazen little bugger that ran across the floor in broad daylight, or fluorescent light, whatever). This explains why the cats have been freaking out and manic for days. Though the fact that there is still a mouse after several days considering the whole four cats thing verifies that they are all dumb as bricks.

[Edit: XD ♥ Katkat, thank you for the v-gift! Yay, my clumsiness is gold medal-worthy! *hee* *squishhugs*!]

[Re-edit: Man, it was all Discovery channel in here. Bebop-cat 1, mouse 0. I guess he's still got some of his mad hunter skills from being a stray as a kitten. He got so forlorn looking when Mom took it away that she gave him a cat treat. ^^; ]