Holy High-Heels and Holey Sidewalks
Crystal Clutzo strikes again.
We had a special thing at work today so I wore heels…and I got all pretty…so I was running late (it takes so long to curl hair and deal with eyeliner and deal with lipstick, ugh I don’t have the patience to do it every day)…so I was in a hurry and we have a crumbling sidewalk in front of my apartment…so I tripped on my way to the car.
And we are talking epic trip!
I landed on my stomach and wrists — no cement burns thank god — but my feet went over my head and everything.
I think I need to learn some stunt woman ways to roll out of falls or something. As much as I fall down it could possibly save my life someday. Seriously, someone should follow me around with a video camera. My life is potential YouTube gold — I mean, if someone had been there with a camera the day I had to chase my car down the hill I think the video would have gone viral. I maybe could have made money from it.
But I digress. I was talking about today’s fall. It was like 7:50 a.m. and I live right next to a middle school, so there were buses driving to the school and tons of kids on the street. Everyone kept asking if I was okay. And I was, for the most part. But now my left wrist hurts like mother! It must have gotten the brunt of the fall. I weight like 185 and I have a feeling that is WAY too much pressure for just one wrist.
At least the kids weren’t laughing at me and being mean about it. Me and my clutzy butt — what a pair. I might have to talk to my landlord about that crumbling sidewalk too.