So I wore my cobalt jeans to church, along with the scarf a darling 78-year-old church lady crocheted for me. Afterwards as I walked to my car, my heel caught on a sprinkler head. I pitched forward, fell hard on both knees, then somehow twisted around and fell on my back.
As I lay there dazed, arms akimbo, surrounded by a growing crowd peering down at me, my thought was: ARE MY PANTS OKAY?
LOL! they were fine, as am I.
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