It Came Upon A Midnight Clear...

For the last week, I have been up until midnight (if not 2:00 a.m., but SHHH -- don't tell anyone!) baking, wrapping, and organizing ... all without and injury or mishap, mind you...

Then, my parents arrived last night. We met them for dinner, and when we got home, I jumped right into baking and wrapping mode ... again.

Around 11:45 pm, I began cleaning up my mess, straightening the family room, and getting ready to go to bed, when lo and behold ... it came ... upon a midnight clear ... I fell.

Yes, indeedy. I did.

Now, many of you may be thinking, "Oh, my goodness ... are you okay?"

My husband, on the other hand, was thinking ... "Good grief! Again?" (there's a reason I'm likened to Calamity Jane!)

Let me assure you ... I'm just fine ... except for a bruised knee, and a possibly broken or badly sprained big toe, some aches and pains in the hip and shoulder areas, and of course, the ol' injured dignity.

You see, I didn't fall because I stepped into a huge crevice, or because I was skating on ice, or because of some incredible force majure (act of nature). No. I fell because the clogs I was wearing (which are, by the way, the bestest shoes for bad arches or bad feet) slipped off one foot, and I got entangled in the heel strap, catapulting me forward about four feet, causing me to trip over my other clog which was now slowly being forced off my other foot due to the force of gravity (um, maybe it was friction) I just aquired, forcing me to twist strangely in order to avoid landing my face on Hunter's little fire engine (that would have caused even more bruising and pain).

Glamorous and dainty, you know. It's called Grace in Motion.

At least I didn't "sprain" anything (which turned out to be torns ligaments in my ankle) as I did in another unfortunate midnight sprawl!

Oh, the dignity.