I am a born clutz.

My spouse thinks it is hilarious, although I do not. I have broken so more than 2 bones in my lifetime that I have lost count; One time, I broke my arm by falling on a small patch of ice in the middle of our driveway. It was literally only about several inches wide and seven inches long. I have no method how I managed to fall on that small of a patch of ice. I think it is just my destiny to fall or hurt myself on just about anything that I can possible fall or hurt myself on. It gets to be quite discouraging at times because my spouse and friends make comments to myself and others typically about how clutzzy I am. I had one of my moments the other day as I was trying to put away my cooling system for the winter. All of us have a small cooling system that the people I was with and I put in our living room window while I was in the Summer weeks, and it helps keep our home comfortable. It is actually not that boiling where the people I was with and I live, so just the one little cooling system does great for us. All of us store it in the basement while I was in the Wintertide weeks, so it is out of the way. I procrastinated on taking the cooling system down to the basement for no great reason at all, however finally the day that the people I was with and I got our first snow of the season, I decided to put the cooling system in the basement. I took it out of the window, and wrapped up the cord nicely. I proceeded to carry it down our basement steps when I tripped over nothing and dropped the cooling system. I broke the cooling system into pieces, and the rest is history.

 

 

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