I was overwhelmed by the tools

It was pretty rainy on Saturday and against my better judgment (and succumbing to my urge for Chick-Fil-A) I ventured out in my parents' trusty wagon. I am happy to report the brakes on the wagon work just fine. The woman in the SUV in front of me almost hit the woman in the car in front of her. And because of all that braking, I almost hit the esuvee that almost hit the car. I made it to Chick-Fil-A just fine and I have to say that chicken sandwich tasted so much sweeter after a brush with death (Ok, a brush with having to pay lots of money to the insurance company and body shop). I headed towards Home Depot and besides a yahoo trying to run a yellow light, made it there without incident. Ok, let me preface by saying that as soon as I left my car I realized I was wearing the wrong outfit. I had on long fleece pants (kind of PJ pants) and flip flops. But at the time I was more concerned that the pant cuffs were going to be soaked. The traction on the bottom of my flip flops never raised a red flag in my head. I was leaving Home Depot after a successful trip to get paint chips (painting the bedroom and bathroom) and down I go. I pop back up as soon as possible and keep walking. I have a hurt right foot (ligament tear most likely) and a gash on the top of my right hand (just at the base of my pinky finger) which would be odd but I was holding the paint chips in my right hand. I have a scraped left knee and scratches up and down both legs. Bruised ego? One might think. But no, I fall enough that I can just laugh it off now. The sad thing is that I popped back up and headed straight to my car so fast that I think I left some paint chips behind.