When my birthmom was pregnant with her youngest and didn't know what the sex of the baby was, we had a discussion about names. We agreed that we liked Grace, but then Kathy pointed out that obviously our coordination problems were hereditary, and wouldn't that be a cruel joke to play? I'd been doing pretty well for a while, but those coordination problems have come back with a vengeance in the past few days.
On Sunday, I was walking up the steps to the church. My hand was reaching out, about to shake hands with the pastor, when my flip flop caught on something and I went flying. I was wearing a skirt with no nylons, so I skinned my knee pretty bad. My leg was all bloody, and everyone was rushing over to see if I was all right. I made a joke about making an entrance, but I wanted to die, especially because I'm new at this church and don't really know anyone.
The second incident occurred yesterday at the gym. I was climbing off the machine that works your inner thighs. My sweat pants were capris, and one leg somehow got caught on something. So when I tried to get off, I ended up on the floor.
Tonight I showed up at class wearing my new Christian Louboutin shoes. I need to break them in for the wedding I'm going to on Saturday. I wasn't going to say anything about them, because I didn't want to seem pretentious (I wasn't trying to show off, and I'm not rich or anything- it was an irresponsible purchase), but my friend commented on the fact that I was wearing heels to class. Someone else noticed the red bottoms, and then everyone was talking about them. Later on, we were all working in small groups, and I got up to get something. My friend across the room said, "Let me see your shoes!" I held up a foot, lost my balance, and fell on my butt. I guess that's what I get for being a show-off.
So I've had three humiliations in the past four days. Let's hope I'm done for a while. Or at the very least, let's hope my aunt is there the next time I fall. She has this thing about laughing at people who fall, and that would be a lot better than the "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" So embarrassing.
On Sunday, I was walking up the steps to the church. My hand was reaching out, about to shake hands with the pastor, when my flip flop caught on something and I went flying. I was wearing a skirt with no nylons, so I skinned my knee pretty bad. My leg was all bloody, and everyone was rushing over to see if I was all right. I made a joke about making an entrance, but I wanted to die, especially because I'm new at this church and don't really know anyone.
The second incident occurred yesterday at the gym. I was climbing off the machine that works your inner thighs. My sweat pants were capris, and one leg somehow got caught on something. So when I tried to get off, I ended up on the floor.
Tonight I showed up at class wearing my new Christian Louboutin shoes. I need to break them in for the wedding I'm going to on Saturday. I wasn't going to say anything about them, because I didn't want to seem pretentious (I wasn't trying to show off, and I'm not rich or anything- it was an irresponsible purchase), but my friend commented on the fact that I was wearing heels to class. Someone else noticed the red bottoms, and then everyone was talking about them. Later on, we were all working in small groups, and I got up to get something. My friend across the room said, "Let me see your shoes!" I held up a foot, lost my balance, and fell on my butt. I guess that's what I get for being a show-off.
So I've had three humiliations in the past four days. Let's hope I'm done for a while. Or at the very least, let's hope my aunt is there the next time I fall. She has this thing about laughing at people who fall, and that would be a lot better than the "Oh my gosh, are you okay?!" So embarrassing.
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