No really. And not in a gross way.
Pigpen (#3's new nickname) did it. He asked for a movie. I shimmied behind the recliners to obtain said movie (since we have yet to come up with a storage solution for those ugly cases in the new house), and was juuust passing the window when he took a flying leap into the recliner, thereby shoving me, ass-first, into the corner of the windowsill.
I have a gash on my ass. And irreparably torn favorite jammie pants. It's no fun when you sit at a desk most of the day, and have a gashed ass being irritated by underwear elastic. I don't recommend it.