Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice....I'm an idiot!

So about a year and a half ago I had a fall outside a local grocery store. We were coming out of the place, walking across the parking lot to the van. It had rained earlier so the pavement was still pretty wet. Hubby is up ahead of me abit, with the cart and here I come, trailing behind in my fugly crocs. (Now I know, crocs have got to be about the ugliest shoe ever invented, but when you have battled Plantar Fascitis for over a year at that point, putting your foot into something that makes you feel like you are an angel walking on clouds is heaven. ) Out of the corner of my eye I notice a taxicab coming towards me so I "think" I decided to speed up a bit cause frankly, some of them are crazy bastards behind the wheel. I say "think" cause I don't recall making a conscious decision to try and SWIM in the many puddles in the Superstore parking lot by doing a faceplant onto the pavement, in full view of the cab, AND in front of the front doors of the store, which is exactly what I did. Eventually the moans, groans and squeals of pain made my husband turn around at which point he says "Nanci, what the hell are you doing?" After thoughts of ways to kill him and hide the body left my mind, he picked me up off the ground and home we went. Few hours later I had him take me to the hospital when I moved and "felt" like bone shifted against bone and I damn near passed out in the lazyboy chair. After a 5 1/2 hour wait in emerg I came home with a wrap on my foot, pain killers in my belly, and the diagnosis of torn ligaments (not to mention more thoughts of ways of killing a spouse that didn't require movement of my leg). One would think that lovely adventure would be enough to make me realize that crocs, while comfy, are NOT the most sensible shoe in wet weather.

I'm not a quick study........

So it's been raining here all damn week. I've got a busy morning with taking the boy to school and then coming home, showering, eatting, breakfast and getting to the garage with the van for 10am. Drop off the demon....oops....darling....pull in the yard, out of the van I get take one step onto the back stairs YES WEARING MY CROCS, and have an out-of-body experience! My damn croc -wearing foot slips on the wet wood, slidessssss off the step and under the riser above it DRIVING my shin up into the underside of it and down I go!!! Let's just say if we had a "Swear Jar" in our house, I'd have enough money to take you all to the Bahamas for a week. So while I am now wearing a very sexy purple bruise complete with softball-sized swelling on my shin, I am NOT wearing my crocs.