So yesterday as I was walking down the stairs after work, my right high heel caught in my left pant (trouser?) leg.  I’m not sure if I can accurately describe the terror one feels when one is talking on an iPhone one second, and then diving head first down the stairs holding her purse in one hand, and a laptop, 2 dirty coffee mugs, a makeup bag and an empty tupperware container in another.

My entire professional career flashed before my eyes.

And things like this went through my head during 1.3 second fall:  what will I look like when I land? Will it hurt?  I hope the puffy parka I’m wearing will absorb some of the force of the fall or else why did I buy a coat  that took the lives of 36 Canadian geese? Who gets her high heel and her pant leg tangled like this?  It’s like someone tied my ankles together.  Why did I wear these high heels anyway?  Is anyone watching me right now? Should I let the iPhone drop and try to grab the railing?  Why don’t things like this ever happen to my husband?

Anyway.

I’m fine.

The pant leg and the high heel decided to stop making out about 2 seconds before I broke every bone in my body.

But it was a close call.  I’m just sayin.