Karma Sucks!

So every morning my husband is yacking about how mad he is because our little princess Maggie has been peeing on the kitchen floor during the night. I of course am sleeping so by the time I get up it has been cleaned and I don't think twice about it. Well, isn't Karma is Bit*h! This morning around 2am Maggie (the princess) starts barking. I get up to put her on our bed and she runs to the kitchen door. Being the good Mom I am I follow to let her out. So as I enter the kitchen it is dark and I can't see. Know my house pretty well so not a problem! That is until my right foot (in my slipper) slides out from under me and I go crashing to the ground! As my right foot slides forward my left leg bends and I land on my knee and then my ass. So in pain and shock I start yelling for my husband and I hear him say "Stay right where you are" like I can move anyways! So he comes into the kitchen turns on the light and starts LAUGHING! He has apparently seen what I slipped on and me sitting on the floor and thinks it is hysterical. So he gets the 409 and cleans up the mess then picks me up. Still laughing might I add. So I change and go back to bed to wake up in the morning with a black and blue knee that hurts like a dickens and a nice limp to go with it. So all Andrew keeps saying is now you know how it is to wake up to pee. Knowing that I am going on vacation to NYC next week and I will be walking a lot he still finds this hysterical. Oh, how the day will come when I am laughing just wait till he has to miss a fishing tournament because I need knee surgery! Won't be so funny then!