insult? Meet injury

I fell down on my way home from work yesterday. It was embarrassing and painful, but not painfully embarrassing. I'm not quite sure what happened. I was crossing the street. Cross traffic had a stop sign, so the car I was watching was also watching me. He was waiting patiently for me to get safely to the other side of the street before going.

I picked up my left foot to step onto the curb, and it slipped off. To catch myself, I picked up my right foot to step onto the curb, except I didn't pick that one up high enough. My toe rammed into the side of the curb, and I went flying with the weight of my backpack pushing me to the ground. Oops. The worst part was not falling over in front of a car, though. The worst part was landing on my knees in my favorite pair of work pants. I skinned both my knees, and roughed up the palms of my hands. The right knee in my favorite pair of work pants might not make it.

I talked to my mom last night on the phone about it. She laughed and said, "do you want me to iron a giant, navy blue denim patch onto them?" ha ha ha. Ah...those were the days. But yeah. I kind of DO want a giant navy blue denim patch ironed onto my pants.

Today's the big hair day. Actually, it's the day my hair gets smaller. Much smaller. I can't wait 5 hours from now, I'll have short hair again. Maybe I should celebrate by swimming for my workout tomorrow morning...except they probably frown upon giant scabs in the lap pool...