I'm 55 and these little accidents are happening with regularity. I count myself lucky so far and I don't want my luck to run out.

I'm very achy from yesterday's fall, and having stitches on your lip isn't pretty. It's ruining my good looks. The only good thing to come out of yesterday's fall was the oral surgeon. She was drop dead gorgeous. Tall, thin, blond, had an eastern European accent. And to top that off, she starts telling me about the new bike she is buying to do triathalons. You would stop in your tracks if you saw her in the streets.