The Perils of Platform Shoes and Little Green Gods

Jun 25, 2007 at 9:14 AM

Don't mind me. I'm just in a dark and twisty mood.

I tripped and twisted my left ankle Saturday afternoon en route to a friend's bridal shower. No, I didn't land on my gluteus maximus but would have were it not for a strategically placed railing along the sidewalk. It was my fault, really. I was irked that the guard at said friend's gated community was frisking me for ID. The nerve!

Of course, he was only doing his job.

As I stormed away on the downhill sloped sidewalk in my favorite four-inch clogs that my daughter hates, I failed to notice a clump of leftover dried cement from the sidewalk's inception. On it I stepped and on it my ankle turned.

I pretended to not notice and acted like it was nothing; I then proceeded in my huffed direction down the road.

Only a few hours later did I start to notice the throbbing. Ice was promptly applied and I ended up sitting out the rest of the games on my friend's expensive couch.

In her beautifully furnished home complete with surround sound piped-in music.

It was an added arsenal launched by the god of jealousy at my heart; the part wherein I say to myself, "Why do I not have money like this?"

It got uglier. "My other friend lives in a house where there are more cars than people"; "Friend from church owns a gorgeous mansion complete with 2:1 ratio for house help to family members"; "Other friend just bought a brand new car... again". One thought after another mercilessly hit me.

I stop myself now in mid-blog. I sigh and take a deep breath.

I force my mind to come up with at least three things I am thankful for today.