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Today I was minding my own business, talking to my sister on the phone and walking through the park blocks on my way to work when I stepped onto a sidewalk with one foot and caught the toe of my back foot on the curb. Yep...slow motion falling ensued where the octagonal cobbles rose up to meet in a very awkward and ungracious sprawl.

Not only that, but I didn't even take my phone from my ear which resulted not only in my landing/sliding onto my elbow, but also in the blasting of a naughty word right in my poor sister's ear. To which she replied after a brief pause, "So...are you okay?" in a nearly disinterested but slightly amused tone that had everything to do with 33 years of being my sister.

I felt like an eight-year-old - except for the swearing. Two ladies came running over to help but I was fine, just feeling rather stupid and with a bit of a stinging elbow. Good thing my mother wasn't there since she would've wet herself laughing at me. The good news is a) I have a sense of humor and found it funny enough to get my office laughing about it by the time I got to work, and b) I didn't scrape a hole in the new jeans I was wearing today for the first time. The bad news is a) I got sidewalk sludge on the new spring jacket I was wearing today for the first time, which I felt rather smart in it until The Incident, and b) my knee and elbow are turning rather strange shades of grey and blue.