Not when Grace is clearly not your middle name.
We were heading down from the balcony, I was holding onto the railing when one of my heels caught on the lovely red carpeting we have. Y'all, I held on for dear life. You should have seen the look on the face of the elderly lady right in my path. I think that she thought I was going to take her out. You'd be glad to know that I remained on 1 1/2 feet, didn't skid down the steps as I could see myself doing, then did a ta-da! at the bottom. She laughed and said something that I can't remember, but I do remember my response:
"This is exactly why I don't wear heels."
Hubs was coming down the steps behind me. "You know, I knew you were going to do that before you did. I was going to try to catch you, but there was nothing I could do."
Yup. The gracefulness of an inebriated Hereford. That's me.
Smiles in my day:
- The weather these past couple of mornings have been cooperative enough to allow K- and me to walk to school.
Have a great day!
Thought for the day:
I was surprised by how many people I encountered yesterday that did not celebrate Easter. Clearly, I was in the minority. When talking with co-workers, I mentioned that my husband made me an Easter basket. The one called me a diva for it. (I should add how much I hate that term.) Have you found the same to be true? In the Christian religion, Easter is really the high holy day of the year. I was just surprised to find that many Christians and non-Christians alike seemed to toss it in the Hallmark holiday pile. Thoughts?