sweater: AK | jeans: {similar} | necklace: c/o MimiBoutique.com | boots: Mossimo (folded down)
No? Well, probably because it was of the full frontal face plant kind. Yes, I bit the dust, ate it, kissed concrete…whatever you want to call it, it wasn’t pretty. Did someone say tell me more?
It all happened a few weeks ago while I was in San Diego for my job’s bi-annual convention. I had to be “at my post” at 7 am. Clever me, I set two wake up calls; one for 5 and another for 5:30 am. I wish I could blame the hotel and say they never called, but they did, both times. And I answered…both times. Now mind you, I’m that type that hates being late and when I am, it’s usually due to something out of my control, but this time…nope, it was entirely my fault. I just kept sleeping. Finally, as the morning sun peaked through the hotel room curtains, I realized that I had totally overslept. And when I realized it, I did the whole “late” bit. I did the double-take at the clock. For a split second I even tried to convince myself that it was Sunday. Lucky I had showered the night before and my outfit was already laid out. I “supermanned” into my clothes and dashed out the door. Practically running, I came to a flight of about 7 steps that any normal human could probably leap in one jump. I had almost made it to the top when the top step reached out and assaulted me, throwing me to the ground. It was ugly! There wasn’t a grain of graciousness in that fall. The laptop, purse and cell phone I had in my hands were flung across the concrete in slow motion as I careened to the ground. If that weren’t enough, of course I couldn’t just surrender to the inevitable, I had to try and grab for the nothingness around me to break my fall. Arms were flapping and the whole bit. Nice, Leslie! Nice! Good thing I have knees to break my fall. There I lay, embarrassed, defeated, sweating, bruised…and still late! All that kept running through my head as I collected myself and belongings from up off the ground was…really, REALLY!
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