There I was. Feeling all special & proper & business”y”. I had a meeting in a few minutes
Edmonton wedding planners, but had taken a second to stop by southgate mall and grab a lens that I had repaired from Mcbain camera. I was walking out of the mall like a woman on a mission. I had a meeting to get to ya’know.
Walking like a woman who gets things done, I was full steam ahead. Until my faithful Boot got caught on the carpet (between the outside & inside doors) and I FLEW (no exaggeration) thru the air, and landed no less then 12 feet from where I had started flying. On my knees & wrist. With my skirt over my face. With my under-britches showing.
It was such an impressive & scary fall that 2 teenages came running over (trying not to look at my exposed under-britches) and yelled “oh my gosh are you okay”??
I screeched “NOOOO!!!!!!!!” I really wasn’t. I’m still not okay. I ache. My knees are skinned. My wrists are bent back and my cheeks are tear stained.
I could hardly breath and they kept asking over & over if I was okay. All I could do was repeat a curse word. Not the really bad curse word, but the medium bad curse word.
I was embarrassed. I was hurt. I was worried that i’d just re-broke the lens I had repaired….about 3 minutes before.
After a few minutes (like 10) I could stand the pain enough to get up and hobble outside & go to my meeting.
So happy weekend to all of you. I’m totally going to lay in bed with icepacks on my knees, wrists & pride and really really milk this. Im going to have Adam bringing me spaghetti in bed.
And lindors. I need it. My ego needs it.