Just call me Grace ...

As Mom and I were coming out of a restaurant today, I decided, after getting Mom into the car to not watch where I was going. I walked around the front of the car and did not see the little concrete thing that stops the car from hitting the restaurant. So, I tripped over it hard enough to go flying and hit the pavement. It was a sight to see. Mom didn't see it all. She only wondered where I went. Ha! I'm sure some in the restaurant saw me, but thankfully we had already eaten and would not venture back in there. I laid on the ground for a few seconds laughing at myself, like I tend to do when something hurts on me. Then I got up and told Mom what happened (and this is when she asked where I went .... lol). I am sure I didn't break anything, but I'll have a nice bruise on my shin. I think all those years of learning how to fall in soccer has helped me ... I rolled with this like nobody's business.