It wasn't funny. I was in the middle of peeing after all. Michael fell down the stairs this morning when we went outside. It was dark and raining and he slipped on the top step and fell down to the bottom. He hurt his hands and his arm. He also interrupted me when I was peeing, which was very uncomfortable for me. I'm not 100% sure, but I think he may have been looking at his BlackBerry at the time of the fall. He's OK now, but has some cuts and bruises.
Michael is also going back to the old country this weekend. He is for sure now going to the Grey Cup. Something about the Isotopes too. I don't know what that means. Vivian is not happy because he's going and she's not. But she wouldn't really want to sit outside in the cold for 4 hours anyway. I'd like to go too. Not for football, but to see Grandma and Grandpa and Rhianna and Rebecca and Cathy and Sharon and John and Todd and my pals Bandit, Patty and Cleo.
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