Heels Will Be the Death of Me
Last night we went out to dinner for my husband’s birthday. It’s not his actual birthday yet, but when you have no family nearby and rely solely on sitters, you go when they are available! So that happened to be last night.
I’m only 5’1″ so I usually wear heels or wedges when we go out because everyone else is always towering over me. When I was little I was afraid of some pretty odd things, one being tall people so I think I was doomed to be short from the start. I was also terrified of clowns and the drain in the bathtub sucking me into it – but those are pretty self-explanatory right?
The length from our front door to the car can’t be more than 15 feet and I managed to bite it for the first time of the night in that short distance. I had on a cute pair of wedges and must have stepped on a branch and lost my balance, I righted myself and immediately proceeded to fall completely over onto the ground. Right in front of the busy street we live on and most likely right in front of the babysitter too. My husband laughed, and then asked if I was ok.
We met up with some friends for dinner and then ended the evening at their place for a glass of wine AND I learned a new trick of putting your phone in a glass to amplify the sound when playing music…I’m probably the last person on earth to learn this trick, but that’s ok. I’m easily entertained.
When we walked out to our car this time, I tripped over the curb and fell almost completely on my face – and this one hurt. I think I was too embarrassed to immediately recognize the pain in my knee and foot but last night when we finally got home, I could barely put any weight on it. I barely slept and went to the walk in for X-rays this morning where I had to explain how I had injured my foot and why I was walking like Quasimodo. Luckily, there was no fracture, just a bad sprain.
The funny thing is that I fall ALL. THE. TIME. I don’t know what it is but I am a complete walking disaster. I’ve fallen in the middle of a bank with the teller not being able to finish my transaction because he was laughing so hard. At me, not with me I might add. Sheesh. One Easter I was heading back to my apartment in Seattle after spending the holiday with my family and fell in the middle of our street just saying goodbye to my sister – I wasn’t even moving, just standing there. She laughed, got in her car and continued laughing for probably a good five minutes.
I really can’t recount every embarrassing place I’ve fallen – there’s just too many. I even slipped on a flower petal walking down the aisle at my own wedding. Luckily my step dad is a pretty sturdy guy, so I didn’t actually fall down – nevertheless I was still mortified.
At least it makes for some good stories and laughs, after the fact for me anyways. I hope you all had a way better Memorial Day weekend than the last half of mine.