Falling Down

Once I was singing the national anthem, and while I was standing there, thinking how lovely I sounded over the speakers in the gym and how obviously cool I was and....BLANK...I forgot the words! And there I was, walking up to the front of the room in my best heels looking extra tall and lean and fabulous, and without realizing the steps in front of me...WHOOPS...I tripped over the rug and looked extra retarded. I was trying to look really cool in front of him, laughing at all the right places while my lips were extra glossed of course, maybe too glossed, I repeat maybe too glossed in the red lippy...EWW..."You have red all over your teeth." I was running on the playground in my new easter dress, playing tag with the cutest boy in the third grade. He came up real quick and tagged me with the strength of 1000 third graders, needless to say I fell over and....PANTIES....Good thing they matched and were the right day of the week. I've luckily realized the only way to get over awkward shit, is to stand up, finish the song, don't trip on the way back to the seat, wipe the lippy off, and smile and pull my dress down... This too I'll get over.