Today I fell out of our hammock and I hadn't even really settled into it when the tumble occurred.
It's a string hammock with stretcher bars and I've been lolling around in it every day for seven months. Where I went wrong was assuming I could get into it while holding a glass dish of tortilla chips - never get into a hammock holding anything because that means one hand is not available to steady the entry swing.
It happened so fast - the hammock twisted under me, the glass dish and chips went flying, and I hit the hard tiles with my left elbow and left hip. I hollered "OWWW" and Genny came running out to see what was going on. Lance wasn't far behind. Luckily for him, he didn't utter his usual, "Do I have to go to the bother of calling an ambulance?"
I'm kind of amazed nothing is broken but I'll be bruised and not fit to be looked at come next Beach Day.
And, everyone remember this - I had not had a drink!!!!