Oh how I love my heels.
They’re fun to prance around in, add height to my shortish frame and clickity clack when I walk all over the office (driving co-workers to want to put their head in a pencil sharpener) announcing my presence before my booming voice can do it for me.
Thing is, I often feel like I can do regular tasks while wearing my stilts. For instance at work, I needed to move the kitchen table to make room for another chair.
Why take my heels off when I could look fashionable while performing an ordinary chore?
As I was moving the chairs here and there….
…I accidentally stepped on the top of my left foot with the right heel of my fabulous pumps and this happened…
As I ungracefully hit the concrete floor, my eyes were greeted with black ceiling tiles once I was able to open them after being clenched shut due to the precise pin pointing of pain I inflicted on my own foot (which would be blonde moment 1, 568,209).
Before I could glance around, making sure I made an ass out of myself for my entertainment only, I felt my eyes get watery.
While the coast was clear of anyone being around for the assault on myself, I collected the small amount of my dignity remaining and turned my attention to my throbbing toe.
Still hobbling around at work, there’s nothing
twenty a few cocktails can’t cure over the weekend, right?
I wonder what would happen if I stumble over my own two feet in my house slippers?
I’ll keep you posted.