I am so graceful! For reals.

Preeetttyyy sure I fell ON MY FACE at work a few days ago. In the kitchen. I was wearing my new 6" heels (yeah. six inches baby! Just call me a Victoria's Secret model. Apparently they elongate my legs and make my calves look screamin. Who knows. All I know is that they boost myself esteem like 6 points. EXCEPT FOR THIS STORY...) anyway so here I am heading home from work with my friends from the office and I was all "oh, I have to run in the kitchen and put away my carrots (I've started taking carrots and dip to work since for some reason everyday I get a case of the 3 pm - 4 pm munchies. munch munch munch...yaom yaom yaom) so I hurry into the kitchen and gracefully stumble....once....twice...three times. Each time that "graceful stumble" gets a little more intense. You know how it goes. It's like— crap! I'm falling! oh wait. caught myself. Crap! falling again. oh good. I'm safe. Did anyone see that? CRAP! Whew close callll....BAM. I'm on my face. Bag of carrots flings and smacks against the wall. Coworkers start laughing but feel bad so in the middle of a giggle try to ask if I'm ok. I'm just fine but remember those 6 points of high-heel induced self esteem? Yeah. Out. The. Window. I'm soooo cute! Remind me again how I go in public with myself?