A Dim Moment

So today Darin the kiddos and I needed to go into town to run some errands and to go to the store. After getting in the car, I had to run back inside to get something. The babies and Darin were waiting for me in the driveway in the car so I tried to be quick. I didn't want to take the time to shut the garage door from the outside key pad so I came up with the brilliant idea of just pushing the button to shut the door from the house and jumping over the sensors on the way to the car. Well I had on my bejeweled flip-flops and as I ran and leaped my feet were moving slower than my upper body was going. Instead of being able to correct that, my feet weren't able to get enough traction. I screamed in holy terror and fell face first onto the pavement. I was so embarrassed and shocked that I just laid there with my face on the scorching cement. Darin jumped out of the car and ran over to me. He tried to pull me up but I could only roll onto my back and just lay there to collect myself. I just knew every neighbor in the area saw my attempt at garage track and field. As I assessed my injuries I noticed that my clothes weren't ripped and the only casualty was my knee. It was skinned really bad and was extremely sore. Darin finally got me up and assisted me in limping to the car. I don't know what I was thinking. I am not 10 years old anymore. We went to the store and finished the errands that we needed to do. My knee is still sore and is getting quite the bruise on it. I am happy to report that my battered body didn't land within the range of the sensors and that the garage door was successfully closed. Oh dear.