Has anyone noticed that my "I'm an a-hole" label (right column) has 42 associated posts? And there are probably just as many posts that I simply forgot to tag. There's just no denying it; I'm an a-hole. Here's more evidence.
So look at me all trendy-like with the skinny jeans ripped at the knee. I must have paid a fortune to achieve this incredibly hip look, right?
Um, no. I got these jeans at Target for about $15.99. And the knee peeking through is the result of a fabulous fall I took a couple of weeks ago. It wasn't nearly as dramatic as when I fell and got a rug burn at work (Reason #427 why I make an awesome co-worker), but it was impressive nonetheless.
I was leaving the Las Vegas Valley Book Festival, which was held at the historic Fifth Street School in downtown Las Vegas. I walked off a curb I totally didn't see (it wasn't next to a street or anything) and took a good tumble--my chin even grazed the sidewalk. I scraped my knee--big deal. A security guard rushed over and said, "Ma'am! Are you all right?" and I was like, "Yeah, I just wish I had more of an audience. Did anyone else happen to catch that?"
You and I both know it can be hilarious when somebody falls (and they're not seriously hurt). I was laughing and was hoping the security guard could get some joy out of my fall, but he was all serious and attentive. Just doing his job, I suppose. The best part is, if you know me, you know I walk around all smiley and confident--head high, shoulders back and down--like I own the freakin' world. It had to be funny as hell to see me land on the sidewalk in a heap.
I'm going to be a blast when I get old, don't you think? I'd better stock up on those "I've fallen and I can't get up!" necklaces now.
P.S. A few of you have been asking me about Hurricane Mikey. I passed the word on to him and he posted a little something yesterday. All is well!