Me: Dressed up for Nia’s graduation, high heels and all.
Nia: Walking behind me as we head to the car.
Stairs: My arch enemy within our house.
Me: Bent over in pain after falling forward down the steps, being defeated by them once again.
Nia: “Why did you fall down the stairs Momma?”
Me: Smiling through the pain I reply as nicely as I can, “Well, I didn’t mean to Sweets.”
What “Me” wanted to say: “Oh, I don’t know, I just wanted to see how badly I could hurt myself this time and what ridiculous position I would end up in when I reached the bottom.”
Seriously though, I fall down/up the stairs so often, Andrew says he wants to install one of those chairs that run along the side of the wall. Aren’t I so lucky? He wants to make sure I don’t hurt myself again. Or maybe he just doesn’t want to pay the hospital bill..
Are You Zhazha? 
OK Now I know I will be able to spend half of my retirement years in the Winder,GA house with a chair lift. Those steps are dangerous,but to those of us who are up there in years we go up and down very slowly. I think the man who built them had little feet. Love you, Momma
HA! I really should measure them and see if they are up to standard!
Andrew should be used topeople he loves falling up/down the stairs, I did it all the time. I think I was always in a hurry. Like your mom, I take it more slowly now. Just be careful!!!!! Love, Mom/Lola