It was a beautiful afternoon and my tummy was growling. I had taken Shayne to see Dr. Steve this morning so I hadn't yet had lunch. So, a little after 3, I took a break and went searching for food. I walked several blocks just enjoying the sunshine and chatting with Rex on the phone.
I was looking for something very specific. Diet Coke, on ice.
I was pretty excited when I found a great new deli that not only had turkey sandwiches, they had Diet Coke- in the fountain. I was hooked. And it didn't hurt that the homemade marble cake with the fluffy white icing was calling my name.
After paying for my goodies, I left the deli and I think I got about 5 steps up Campbell Avenue when it happened.
Down like a ton of bricks.
Spread eagle hugging the sidewalk.
Kissing dirt, people, kissing the dirt!
I didn't know what hit me. I looked around a bit dazed trying to figure out what on earth was going on, and how did I get face down on the sidewalk.
From my horizontal view I began to notice a few things.
I quickly noticed the Styrofoam cup carrying my Diet Coke had exploded and the precious liquid was now modern art on the sidewalk. I thought for a second about lapping it up, but was distracted by
the people around me.
Oh yes, of course there were witnesses. Many.
And can you believe not one person offered to help me up.
Ask if I was okay.
It's a good thing I couldn't reach their ankles I'd invited them to join me. Ok, strike that thought.
I couldn't help but notice my body screaming OUCH. I noticed my elbow was bleeding, and my knee was throbbing. I was feeling it "all over" so I was really happy when I checked my face and determined it was intact.
Walking back to the office, I couldn't help but giggle. This is not the first time I've found myself kissing dirt. I have a few stories that keeps Teri laughing. I guess you could say I'm full of grace.
I got back to the office, and did what any smart can't walk down the street klutz would do.
Yes, I saved the cake.
It wasn't nearly as pretty since the icing had been separated from the marble but it sure did help this big 'ole girl feel better.
People, I don't know why I fell.
I wasn't in heels and I wasn't dizzy and I wasn't drinking. Maybe the strangers thought I was and that's why they ignored me. Anyway, I'm chalking this one up as a real live example to my boys that you can get big boo-boos and still be okay. And, let's not forget the free entertainment for my friends.
Now, if I can get out of bed in the morning everything will be just fine.
Happy Wednesday y'all!