"Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!"

I have never been the most graceful of people. Even as a child, I was constantly tripping on my feet, stubbing my toe, falling out of bed and walking into concrete walls. I thought maybe, as I aged, I would grow out of my clumsiness. (Or at least marry a vampire who would watch out for my safety and well being all the time and generally just protect me from myself!)

No.

That is most definitely not. the. case. (reference, reference, and others I just haven't told you about.)


Evidently, clumsiness runs in our family.


My sister called me a few weeks ago......

It was a cold day. One of those wintry days where you just want to stay inside and drink hot chocolate and read a book. There was ice EVERYWHERE. (And really, if ice is not a reason to stay home, I don't know what is!) Evidently, my sister was walking to her car. And she DOES NOT travel lightly. That poor girl had her arms full- a purse overflowing, a work purse overflowing with paperwork, her lunch, her dog, the kitchen sink- so her center of balance was off. She stepped off teh sidewalk.
"...........I was walking out to my car and I tripped on the sidewalk! My purse fell open and all my stuff fell out and I just LAID there in the driveway, feeling stupid! The worst part is that I don't even know what I tripped on!"