dont'cha'know

I left Gus on the couch, which I *never* do because she might fall, so I could wash her bottle and make her a new one.  I looked up due to that mother 6th sense in time to see her dangling feet first, stomach down, on the edge of the couch, then flip backwards, slamming her head on the coffee table and slipping to the ground.  She's fine, and I'm a shit.