So, a few nights ago I was running around the apartment with Boomer, playing tag with him as we usually do.
Unfortunately, I wasn't used to playing tag with him on non-carpeted floors and I promptly slipped, my feet came out from underneath me and I found myself on the hard floor.
Sean wasn't in the room or I'm sure he would have laughed, but he came out to see what the deal was as I'm laying on the floor, clutching my butt, yelling, "OMG!OW OW OW!"
Thank god I have some JLO-esque cushioning on my posterior or I'd probably have broken my tailbone. As it is, I think I bruised it. I did that once before about ten years ago when I slipped on my parents' floor and I couldn't sit right for more than a year.
Luckily I don't think it's that bad this time.
In other news, I think I've accidentally offended my first Italian.
See...Sean and I were in a cafe on-post and ordered some dinner. I got pasta and it ended up being a full plate of it. Combine that with bread and I can't eat the whole thing. When our waitress came around she informed that the cook would make me something else if I wasn't pleased with what I had. I told her it was great, I was just full, but she kept insisting. Now everytime Sean goes in there for coffee, she refuses to charge him for it. As if she's trying to make up for me not eating all the pasta.
I told Sean I certaintly didn't mean to offend anyone, but how can I eat everything that's on my plate? If I do I'm going to leave Italy about 20 lbs heavier!
I hope all of your are enjoying your Saturday! Any big plans for this long weekend?
I think we might be going bowling, trying to get out to see Vicenza and hopefully eating someplace delish off-post.