I'm a klutz

So, we went to Stake Conference.  We left a bit early because we had no idea where the stake centre was.  After driving past where we thought it would be we thought for sure we were lost.  How could we have missed it?  We saw some missionaries walking on the sidewalk and figured we had to be close.  We unrolled the window and asked the Elders where the building was.  They looked at us like we were crazy and pointed in the direction we had just come from.  What?!  How could we have missed it?  We parked the car and walked.  Yep, there it was.  All huge and right there next to the street we were on.  Who knows what was going on in all our heads.  We were all looking for it and it almost hit us in the face!  Anyway, I'll get to the point of this story.  Wes and the boys left Delaney and I at the church so we could stay warm while they went to get the car.  Kyler came in and walked with us to the car.  As we were walking out of church my ankle gave out and I fell flat to the ground.  My purse dumped out all over the street.  I was mortified.  I jumped up (as fast as an old lady with bad ankles could) Kyler helped me pick up my purse and we walked quickly to the car.  I had mud all up my arm and down my leg.  I just wanted to get to the car and go home.  As soon as we got into the car I realized my knee was bleeding.  I feel like an idiot.  Heels, cobblestone roads, mud, bad ankles and old age don't mix well...

I know it's not the best picture but I had to share.