I bit it again, sigh

I choose to blame the grass, because again, it can't be my fault.

I just feel like I should place some blame before I get into my clumsiness poor choice of where to walk.

It's the morning of the wedding and I was all gussied up for pictures.

 Abby and I pre-wedding, all gussied up.

My shoes.

Beautiful backyard where the wedding was held.

{This is the rehearsal.}

Okay, I just felt like I needed to set the scene a bit.

So...back to the story.

The wedding photos are being taken and I went back in the house to do something.

I wish that I could remember what I was doing although it's not important.

I finished up doing whatever it was and I was heading back down towards where the photos were being taken.

While walking my gussied up self down the aisle I bit it.

Not a little bit, not even a slight bit.

Like, totally bit it.

I ended up on all fours in the grass in my fancy dress while wearing my fancy shoes.

Yep, it was such a graceful moment.

One that I am sure that you all wish that you could have seen.

You know for the support, not to laugh.

Because laughing would not be supportive, although you could have because I was laughing at myself.

I promptly look up to see who saw my demise.

Believe it or not NO ONE SAW it!

I have no idea how I was so lucky, but with easily twenty people there not one person saw me fall.
Of course, after it happened I told everyone and then we all laughed.

I quickly remembered the fancy dress that I was wearing and checked to make sure that there were no grass stains on it and there weren't!

There was a stain on my shoes, but you couldn't see it.

I promptly looked down to see what I had tripped on {because it couldn't be my fault of course}.

It turns out that I had tripped on a clump of grass and it's roots.

Yep, that's me and so very typical of something that I would do.

You would think that I would have learned my lesson, right?

Wrong.

Right before the wedding started I had to run back outside to get something, my flowers I think.

Goodness, I am losing my memory FAST.

While I was rushing back into the house I tripped AGAIN ON THE EXACT. SAME. SPOT.

Who does that?

Well, me obviously.

This time I managed not to fall on all fours in front of pretty much all of the guests.

I instead managed to rip a large chunk of skin off of my toe and needed a band-aid.

I had to ask the mother of the bride, you know, because she wasn't busy or anything.

I felt so bad, there was so much going on.

Anyways, all was well and I renewed my clumsiness card not once but twice in one morning.

Yay me!

Oh yeah, that reminds me of what happened the night before.

{Sorry for such a long post.}

We were at the reception site the night before getting everything prepped.

We were putting the skirts on the tables.

K and I are usually a really good team.

We were opening the bags that had the table skirts in them and had a pretty good routine going.

I held the hanger and the bottom of the bag while K cut the bag open with a {sharp} knife.

We had done it two times already and were about to open the third bag.

I went to reach for the bottom of the bag at the same time as K started cutting it and I put my hand directly in the path of the knife.

K and I immediately pulled our hands back in time that I just had a little cut on my finger but ouch.

Yep, I had to ask the mother of the bride for a band-aid because I didn't have one.

Sigh.

Poor Nancy, I just keep bothering her for band-aids.

Sorry I keep hurting myself Nancy and for being so sweet!