This morning, the light burned out in my closet.
It would not have been such a bad thing if it hadn't been 6:45 a.m.
It would not have been such a bad thing if my closet had windows.
It would not have been such a bad thing if I could have found my black, high heels.
It would not have been such a bad thing if I hadn't been running late for my 7:00 a.m. meeting.
Luckily, I have a teenage daughter who wears almost the same size shoe as I do. So, I ran up to her well-lit closet, grabbed a pair of black heels, and raced out the door.
I wear a size 8 and she wears a size 9...so they were a little big. Feeling a little bit like Cinderella wearing her wicked step-sisters shoes...I clomped into my morning meeting.
Since they kept slopping off my foot, I planned to come home after my meeting, find my missing high heels, and switch shoes.
Unfortunately, the switcharoo never happened, as I didn't get home till 830 am (church is at 9). The little time I had was spent helping the girls with their hair, finding my church keys, and did I mention Chef El Jefe prepared for me the most delicious omelet I have had in a long time?sorry girls...he's all mine.
Knowing my life is full of shenanigans, I'm sure you can guess the rest of the story...but I'll share the highlights just in case you're imagination is suffering.
I clomped into the cultural...and my shoe fell off.
I stumbled down the hall to Sunday School...and my shoe fell off.
After conducting Relief Society, I attempted to gracefully walk back to my chair ...and you guessed it my shoe fell off.
It gets better.
While trying to retrieve said shoe...I dropped 15 pages...I'm not exaggerating...of visiting teaching routes on the floor.
{I do so enjoy setting such a spiritual tone for our RS teachers.}
Oh...and just when you thought it couldn't possibly happen again.
On the way up to announce the closing prayer and song...my blasted shoe fell off, I tripped on the corner of the chair...and I think I heard someone in the congregation ask if Sister H. had a drinking problemby the way...yes I do...and it involves about 4-5 cans of diet coke a day.
Blushing through the announcements, I asked for forgiveness of my balance issues...and assured the sisters I wouldn't be wearing my wickedstepdaughter's shoes to church next week.
PS If I don't find my shoes by next week, I'm going barefoot.
It would not have been such a bad thing if it hadn't been 6:45 a.m.
It would not have been such a bad thing if my closet had windows.
It would not have been such a bad thing if I could have found my black, high heels.
It would not have been such a bad thing if I hadn't been running late for my 7:00 a.m. meeting.
Luckily, I have a teenage daughter who wears almost the same size shoe as I do. So, I ran up to her well-lit closet, grabbed a pair of black heels, and raced out the door.
I wear a size 8 and she wears a size 9...so they were a little big. Feeling a little bit like Cinderella wearing her wicked step-sisters shoes...I clomped into
Since they kept slopping off my foot, I planned to come home after my meeting, find my missing high heels, and switch shoes.
Unfortunately, the switcharoo never happened, as I didn't get home till 830 am (church is at 9). The little time I had was spent helping the girls with their hair, finding my church keys, and did I mention Chef El Jefe prepared for me the most delicious omelet I have had in a long time?
Knowing my life is full of shenanigans, I'm sure you can guess the rest of the story...but I'll share the highlights just in case you're imagination is suffering.
I clomped into the cultural...and my shoe fell off.
I stumbled down the hall to Sunday School...and my shoe fell off.
After conducting Relief Society, I attempted to gracefully walk back to my chair ...and you guessed it my shoe fell off.
It gets better.
While trying to retrieve said shoe...I dropped 15 pages...I'm not exaggerating...of visiting teaching routes on the floor.
{I do so enjoy setting such a spiritual tone for our RS teachers.}
Oh...and just when you thought it couldn't possibly happen again.
On the way up to announce the closing prayer and song...my blasted shoe fell off, I tripped on the corner of the chair...and I think I heard someone in the congregation ask if Sister H. had a drinking problem
Blushing through the announcements, I asked for forgiveness of my balance issues...and assured the sisters I wouldn't be wearing my wicked
PS If I don't find my shoes by next week, I'm going barefoot.
1 comment:
I wish I could have been there. Can't wait to see you on Thursday.
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