A funny thing happened at the theater last night.
Yours truly, Grace Personified, took a tumble.
At the theater where I was working I have to go down one step in order to reach the least obstrusive seat in the house - the one I can escape from without too much notice after viewing the previews when I work. Only last night I actually stayed and watched a movie.
Apparently this made me lose all concept of space, time and continuom.
Because, Dear Interpeeps, as I left my seat in the theater, I forgot that I had gone DOWN a step to reach it. I strode on as if I were on flat land, falling UP and then DOWN at the rate of a boulder.
My glasses decided to ground themselves into my face at the point of impact, and flew off in a couple of different directions being as they broke when I landed. As I was trying to gather my wits about me I noticed I was dripping as well, and grabbed a napkin from my purse to cover the stab wound on my cheek left by the above-mentioned glasses, all the while assuring other patrons I was "fine, thank you...just embarrassed."
I felt my way to the bathroom, got cleaned up, found my prescription sunglasses, went to the concession stand and asked for some ice and continued on. I drove home in the dark with my sunglasses on.
Yes, I am weird.
I didn't sleep well last night and awoke with a headache, a painful cheek, and a curious swelling under my left eye. I went to the bathroom to check it out, and sure enough...
Mama's got a shiner.
A big ole black eye. Hubster said it looks as though he landed a good one on me. And as attractive as it is, I am not looking forward to going to Little Man's 5th birthday party tonight. I really don't even want to go to the optometrist to get my glasses fixed, not to mention going to work next week.
I do believe this qualifies me for Klutz of the Year so far.