Usually, we’re self-described “mellow truckers” and rarely dress-up when going out. Yes, I love my spectacular necktie collection, but aside from that we really lean to the casual. But this was no ordinary evening, no-no.
Lin, who usually wears slippers/sandals, decided to wear high heels and,oh dear, whoopsie, falls down the stairs!
It sounded like… “slip, knock, girly-twirly, kerplunk, wardrobe malfunction, ouch, thwack, bang, blonde-goes-boom”, and other various and sundry freak-outs.
Upon witnessing this, I rushed (“to her side” wouldn’t be accurate) *down to the ground* and said something like, “Whoa…shit, baby, are you okay?” but my query was met with a pregnant pause.
Just as my concern began to build she looks up (and around, to see who saw this) and totally busts up, laughing hysterically, elated that nothing was bruised or broken, beyond her pride.
So then, what do you do when someone falls without hurting themselves? You laugh along, of course. I picked her up and dusted her off while she regained her composure.
My graceful little angel.