I busted my rump on the stairs Sunday.

My assistant and I were headed out for a Wal-Mart trip.

I was excited to leave the house, because I hadn't been outside for several years, I mean, days.

So, I was in my usual position, one hand on the railing, one hand on the wall and standing on one foot, ready to hop down the flight of stairs in my apartment.

My friend was saying something funny to me. I told him to shut up.

As the old folks say, God don't lik ugly so. . .

I went to hop down and lost my footing.

I crash landed on my humps.

My friend rushed up the steps to help. I was OK. I even laughed a little.

I was more shocked than hurt. I've actually been pretty lucky, and haven't fell much since I broke my ankle.

Boy, I'm glad I have some extra cushioning back there (take that, obesity experts).

If I hadn't, things could've been ugly.

So, I'm a little bruised, but I felt better after watching this YouTube video about celebrity falls.

Beyonce, I feel your pain.