Tales from the Trenches: With the grace of a drunken cow

On Easter Sunday Eve, I went through my closet to find a lovely dress to wear to church.  I decided to run with my "going to a wedding" dress and heels.  I don't wear heels that often, but the shoes I was going to wear had a chunky heel and they were only about 2" high.  Fair enough, right? 

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?