So what doesn't mix?  Deb + tennis ball + stairs = watch out world!  I was doing some chores going up and down the stairs.  Daisy thought it was playtime, and decided to bring me the tennis ball at the base of the steps.  I stepped on the tennis ball, and thump!  I was down for the count...and Daisy was no where to be found.  If she could talk, she would be laughing. 

Daisy and the tennis ball stopped me from doing my workout.  My knee, my ankle, my foot, and arm are bruised.  I'll figure out something else to do tonight.  I have to finish sorting my jewelry, making the bed, put away the laundry.  I'm sure I'm missing something on my list.  I was looking forward to my first Pilates class.  Bummed.