I've always wondered where that expression comes from. I heard my dad use it a million times so it's become part of my lexicon along with "fair to middlin'" and "down the road a piece" and a whole mess of hill-rod expressions.
Anyway, I was getting The Light of My Life off the school bus and she started to slip as we were walking up the driveway. She was holding onto my arm and pulled me down with her. As I went ass over tea kettle in an effort to not land on her I landed on my face and knee. My glasses actually broke my fall so I only had a small bruise under my eye. but I hit my knee hard. Didn't look or feel like any thing was broken so I just started icing it and taking ibuprofen. My Nazi nurse spouse suggested the next day that I get it x-rayed. Went to the doctor and he ordered pictures. Was called by his office later telling me the good and bad news. good=no surgery necessary, bad=patella was fractured. They wanted me to go to the ortho for a knee brace to keep it straight. Have to go back in a week for followup and more pictures.
I can't believe it. 60 years without a broken bone and I do something stupid like this. But it's no big deal. it's not like I'm immobile. Just getting around more slowly. Didn't know I could move any slower than I already do.