How I proved today, that I am still the high priestess of KLUTZFOO

[etakyma]

I am a klutz. Anyone that knows me knows this about me. Graceful, I am NOT. I come by it quite honestly, as my whole family are a bit clumsier than most. Bruises I have no idea where they came from routinely pop up on my skin. Even poking them to activate the sense-memory thing doesn't alway work. I wander into doors, corners of tables, walls, people. That statistic of the percentages of accidents that happen in the home? Yeah, for me.

So walking through the parking lot this morning I step on a rock (conveniently the same damn color as the wet pavement) and down I go. Kissing the pavement. My catalogue of injuries: one turned ankle, sore but not sprained (believe me I know the difference!), two skinned knees (very little blood, but lots of skin gone) one of them badly bruised, that is swollen a bit, one skinned knuckle that bled the most (top of the middle finger of my right hand) don't ask how I only skinned one knuckle I don't know. And dirt on my face where I hit the ground, by the time my face kissed pavement, I had slowed my progress with hands and knees so luckily I didn't hurt my face at all.

My people are not graceful people, but we sure know how to fall. A little blood, a little black and blue. Hell of a start to Monday.

Fun times.

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[drvsilla.livejournal.com]

Awwww honey.

::comforts::
::offers tea::

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