Charming, but single

So, this isn't related to my single life or dating, but seriously, how much of what I've been writing actually is? (Don't answer that!) You may remember an unfortunate incident involving your resident Charming (but single) Blogger, a certain pair of high heels and a hardwood floor at a restaurant. (For those who don't, this is my coy way of describing how I fell off of my heel in front of an audience of stunned diners on Saturday night.) I didn't realize it at the time, but my left knee hit the floor with a lot of force. A lot of force. I think I bounded up so quickly due to embarrassment that I didn't even notice the pain in my knee. Well, I notice it now. I've noticed it for days. My knees are not in good shape to begin with. Years of dance classes and other injuries only highlighted a knee problem that I'll have forever. There was a time when I could roll my kneecaps around with my fingers and slide them out of place with very little effort. (I do not so much recommend this.) As long as I work my legs out regularly, my knees are fine. But every now and again they slip out of place. Suffice it to say that a direct hit to the knee was not what I needed. I'm surrendering for a few days. The floor wins. I won't wear heels for awhile. I will rock an ace bandage with style and avoid the stairs. If all else fails, I'll drag myself around on crutches for a spell. Sigh. But anyone, ANYONE, who mocks my 1980s business woman in a power suit with tennis shoes attire can consider themselves officially out of my good graces. (And folks, that's not where you want to be.) I may be a touch cranky. (Did I mention that the not smoking thing is going amazingly well? Only two cigarettes in more than a week. But who's counting! Certainly not me ...) Consider yourself warned.