tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300986105764385686.post3720377747528788559..comments2023-04-05T04:47:11.592-05:00Comments on just my thoughts: falling down, and up, and sidewayscathy joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02829421153829081513noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300986105764385686.post-24610056161142858112010-09-24T07:53:18.942-05:002010-09-24T07:53:18.942-05:00lol well we share a name and a tendency too then! ...lol well we share a name and a tendency too then! That was too funny! You were braver than me, I would never have been brave enough to wear mum's heels. I have to laugh at my falls, they happen so much that it is just inevitable...in fact I am overdue right now! <br />thanks for sharing that memory Kathy!cathy joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02829421153829081513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300986105764385686.post-45201830962759575422010-09-23T18:22:08.592-05:002010-09-23T18:22:08.592-05:00Oh this is too funny! I am also a faller, a tripp...Oh this is too funny! I am also a faller, a tripper, a miscalculator of my feet. My most memorable was 8th grade. It was dress up day so any excuse to get out of that horrid red and grey plaid Catholic school uniform was welcome. And hey, I was a 13 now, I got to wear mom's heels. It was also the day that it was my turn to clean the blackboards. So as I was walking from the classroom after washing them down, back to the utility closet where the big washtub was to empty the dirty chalky water, I tripped in those heels and sprawled flat on my face, sending the bucket and dirty water cascading down the hall. <br /><br />Ahh memories! lolKathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18378188552721155005noreply@blogger.com