Falling

Falling is embarassing. Mini-me falls all the time and breaks her promise. It makes her cry. On my first day in the MTC, I fell while helping my new companion, Sister Jones from Wales, carry her uber-heavy luggage down the stairs. My dress flew up. I wanted to die. She laughed at me. Nothing can quite compare, however, to falling on international television. I don't know how many people tune in to Miss Universe, but those of us who did got a treat. Poor Miss USA.