Tragedy thrills me.

So, Thanksgiving was starting out like any normal day. I woke up slightly pissed off, took a cold shower, and did stuff that I didn't feel like doing.
Got together the dog, husband, water, and food to take to the in-laws. I was carrying a bottle of water, some rolls, and the dog on a leash. Well.
This is where the day took an odd turn.
The husband was locking the door as I took the trip down the 14 cement steps that leed me to the parking lot. So I'm walking, I make it down the first 7 steps, and the last, not so much.
I was walking, and the next thing I knew I was laying on the ground. Hmmm.
My elbow was throbbing, and I saw that my pants were ripped. Great, now I'd have to change my pants.
So, the husband comes running down the stairs to make sure I'm not dead. Clearly, I wasn't. I went back inside to put a bandaid on my legs. Well, it wouldn't do. There was a chunk taken out of both of my legs. So, I went to the store and bought some of those butterfly bandages.
About an hour later, while at the in-laws, I noticed that my pants felt kinda wet. I lifted up my pants and my legs were both gushing. Damn. So I went to the ER right? Not so much. I just wrapped them up until later on.
We then went to my parent's, ate dinner, and then I was like, "yea, mom, I need to go to the ER so I'll be back in a little bit." She was all confused and had no idea what was going on. I'm like that.
I once burnt the inside of my right left on the side of a motorcycle, didn't even flinch. I told my mom about it as soon as it started to bubble up and look all infected.

Anyway, I'm glad I didn't break anything. I would have had to splint it myself. Ugh.