So I have a problem…
I have had this problem for years…
My family has experienced it so often, that they don’t even show me sympathy any more.
I am a huge klutz.
Whew! Does it feel good to get it out there!
I have fallen down (or up) the stairs so often that I used to only get a hollered “Are you okay?” from the living room. When I moved to my first apartment, one of my siblings (I’m not sure which one), asked me if I was sure that I wanted to move onto the third floor, because I was sure to hurt myself. Once at work I tripped over, ummm, NOTHING, and out of concern one of my co-workers wanted me to fill out and safety report.
Add to that an addiction to heels, and you know I am a danger to myself.
But today, was the first time that I have seriously injured myself. (Well, more than just a few bruises.)
Why is it that every time I fall there is someone there to witness it? Let me tell you it’s mortifying!
Today Wookis and I were walking down stairs to clean out my car, when one of my shoes went flying out from underneath me. I went sprawling down the stairs, scrapping the back of my leg and my wrist. As I started yelling at my shoe (because it totally wasn’t my fault at ALL) I looked up to see one of my neighbors coming back from a run and staring at me.
This is the same neighbor that came home to find Wookis peeing outside our apartment building.
Needless to say, I no longer wonder why my neighbors don’t talk to me.
2 Comments
June 16, 2009 at 10:51 pm
Holy crap. Are you OK?
See, I care.
June 19, 2009 at 9:32 pm
See that is the response that I normally get from you guys too little to late!