I Fall

So, last night I jogged over to the Lilly's house to do an exercise video with Kara. I went directly into the kitchen upon arrival to get a drink (since I was a giant ball of wheezing, sweating, cotton mouthed exhaustion). Mike and Jill were in there cleaning up and Jill asked "Did you wear a helmet?" (a reference to the hard time I was giving Rose and Jake for not wearing helmets when they rode his motorcycle). I responded that ,"no, I don't jog THAT fast," to which Micheal piped in something to the affect of, "That makes you no less likely to get in an accident" (said with a teasing grin). As much as Micheal was joking, I have to confess that he is completely and totally right. I am truly a klutz sometimes. This realization was reaffirmed to me on Sunday. I had just enjoyed three hours of beautiful Easter messages, and it was time to go home. I walked down the hall to get Braden and Jade out of the nursery room. I looked pretty "springy" with a yellow floral skirt on and white heels with a green bow attached to the toe. I was about to the door when the unthinkable, unlikely, unfortunate, and not-so-uncommon thing occurred. I fell on my face. How did this happen? Well, of course, by some mysterious way, my high heel passed by my toe at the exact angle as to attach itself to the green loop of the decorative bow. So basically, my two shoes were tied together and I had nowhere to go but down. I got up quickly as a man from the ward said, "Are you OK?" He had a funny grin on his face like he was trying to suppress a very hearty laugh. I said, "I'm fine. My heel got stuck in my bow." To which he replied, "I saw that. Are you sure you're all right?" I felt like to only graceful way out of this was to make light of it, so I said with a smile, "I'm fine. I'm just glad the hall wasn't full of people. Only about two people saw me right?" Then he said, "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." ... right. I would tell someone. I would laugh so hard if I saw someone do what I had done (assuming they hadn't hurt themselves, of course). Maybe he is more empathetic than I am. But anyway, that was really clumsy and awkward. So add this experience with the many times I've fallen off my heels, the curb, the steps... the time I fell backward into a tool box while taking a picture, the time I jogged on a pebble and rolled my ankle, or the time I stepped in a crack and broke my heel off of my shoe (I thought that only happens in movies) and it can only add up to one thing. Despite my efforts to be poised and graceful, I'm just a little klutzy. So please, if you can, catch me (or at least a picture of me) when I fall.