I came home from work today and as always, we shared the interesting parts of our day. My turn came and I said, "Guess what I did today? I fell down the stairs at work." Amber asked, "Again?"
I know, it really is crazy how often I fall down the stairs. At least it is different every time. Today, the heel of my shoe snagged in the bow on the toe of my other shoe and down I went. What are the odds? It really is almost comical now.
A few years ago, Richard and the girls dressed up and took me the the Glass Menagerie for a fancy dinner. As we walked down the main staircase to the dining room, I was reminding the girls that they need to use their manners in such a nice place. "No farting, no burping..." Yep, it was at that point that I fell down the stairs in my cocktail dress - right in front of the entire dining room. Classic.
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I blame it on the fact that we didn't grow up in a house with stairs. I fall down all the time and have to LOOK at each step. It sucks.
One time I was at a law library and no one was around so I tried to do that thing that you always see princesses and debs do on tv where they walk with their backs straight like they have books on top of their heads. You guessed it, I fell right down the stairs - and of course a group of people had just walked into the hallway and observed the entire scene. Hate it, but glad I'm not alone. Sisters, sisters! There were never such devoted sisters!
It is the heels. No other explanation needed. The heels - it is all their fault. Having said that I probably fall on my butt Sunday at Confirmation!
We stick together in all sorts of weather! I love my sisters!
bummer... i trip going UP the stairs...
Guess what??? I don't fall down the stairs at all!!!! No. wait. Thats a lie. I fall both ways :(
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