At about 10:00 yesterday morning it started snowing, but it appeared to be light and fluffy snow, well by 6:00 when I was heading home with my groceries the snow was very heavy and wet. I pulled up beside my condo and unloaded my groceries onto the bottom of my step (I have a flight of stairs to my front door) I then quickly cleared the snow from my walk and headed back to park my car. At the bottom of the 3 stairs to the parking lot (that I didn't clear), I fell. Of course, I can't fall gently - I fell hard - knocking the wind out of me, smacking my head on the cement and bruising my hip and side. I was thankful that none of my neighbours were peering out their windows to see me gracefully get up. My shoes were really slippery and every time I tried to get up I slipped again. I finally ended up crawling on my knees to the step railing and hoisting myself up. I'm just as graceful as a gazelle : ) All the while Kellie stared down at me from her favorite table in the hall. I wonder what the heck she thought I was doing?