Certainly better than my "dramatically exited the movie theater and promptly tripped over a bike rack" ER story. Hope your recovery goes smoothly, Pix!

I love all these suggestions.

I would say I'd smack you upside the head, Jess, but, realistically, I'd probably pull my pom-poms out of retirement (I have no retired pom-poms, but...) and cheer you on relentlessly and annoyingly, so.

Bought my holiday cards today and plan to do them off and on for the rest of the day, with Christmas music playing and some eggnog and hot chocolate (separately).

I imagine the spiked egg nog fueled cards will be more entertaining, so here's hoping you all get some of those.

Also, while it's not as cool as "I fell down a volcano," rollerskating still counts as a good story.

Definitely better than “tripped over a dog”

YAY Jess

Pix I hope you get better.

Timelies all!

Sorry you hurt your knee, Pix.

Congrats, Jess!

Ouch, Pix. Traveling like that probably won't be much fun, but it'll be a good opportunity to market test variations on the story.

I used to do that about my finals too, and I turned out... (considers life) No, really. Make her stop. The Permanent Record is kind of not a thing.

I've been trying to think of something to get my brother for Christmas and he's been playing DnD with my nephew and some others for about a year and finally I was like--oh! a cool dice bag! well I thought of dice first but then saw this dice bag I liked , I got almost to the point of finalizing the order when I realized I hadn't put in his address and I'm not sure if the one I have is his current one or the old one. You can tell how often I send things to him, but usually I just go through amazon but I have 2 addresses in there for him and I can't remember which one is accurate.

At least I didn't accidentally send it to myself and then have to send it to him. He'll get it after Xmas anyway since they are leaving for Florida in the morning. I sent off a text so now I just have to wait for a reply so I can finalize the order.

Oh Pix, no. I hope you manage your travels without pain or further injury. That puts paid to my own Christmas knee story. I was moving minor furniture (ottoman of bears over there, footstool of bear, booby, and biplane over here) and stepped on the hem of my pjs and went down like a felled elephant, smack on my left kneecap. DH was Alarmed, hovering, asking questions, and if you'd just wait a minute until I can quit howling in pain and get my breath back I'll reassure you, no twisting, nothing broken, nothing dislocated. Chill. Also, no getting me to the car, no ER, and no 911. Although, when I called them when I was home alone and had a drug reaction and my throat swelled almost shut, they arrived quite promptly, three very large strapping lads--my goodness, you do fill up a room, don't you? Hmm--no, never mind. I fell directly in front of the tv and all the media equipment. If I'd had another foot of space I could have caught myself, but as it was, I neither toppled nor broke anything. I could *not* roll up on the knee to stand, though, so I buttwalked over to the sofa and braced to pull myself up, and oh, here's the hysterical part--my sock was loose and I couldn't get purchase on the rug. It was like a Looney Tunes, running as hard as I could and getting nowhere. So I told the helpfully hovering husband, "Pull my sock off!" And he did, and I planted that foot and stood up, turned and sat on the sofa to catch my breath, walked over to my armchair, put my legs and feet up on the ottoman, and since we're out of frozen peas, corn, and mixed veg, spent the evening under rotating as they thawed bags of frozen tortellini. I can walk fine, no problem sleeping on either side, can drive (automatic, thank the gods), and as long as I don't fake to my left, I'm fine. Bumped the knee on the bedframe making the bed, that was a little bit of whiteout, so no direct pressure. And we have a landscape of pretty colors. But all told, I was lucky, and so was the tv. DH is recovering.

At least you were doing something athletic and fun, Pix. I mean, stepping on my own pant leg? Unglamourous.