I am a born clutz.
My partner thinks it is hilarious, but I do not. I have broken so multiple bones in our lifetime that I have lost count, one time, I broke our arm by falling on a small patch of ice in the middle of our driveway. It was literally only about 5 inches wide & several inches long. I have no method how I managed to fall on that small of a patch of ice. I think it is just our 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 our partner & friends make comments to myself and others consistently about how clutzzy I am. I had 1 of our moments the other afternoon as I was trying to put away our cooling system for the winter. All of us have a small cooling system that the two of us put in our study room window while in the summer time weeks, & it helps keep our house comfortable. It is truthfully not that warm where the two of us live, so just the 1 little cooling system does good for us. All of us store it in the basement while in the Winter time weeks, so it is out of the way. I procrastinated on taking the cooling system down to the basement for no nice reason at all, but finally the afternoon that the two of us got our first snow of the season, I decided to put the cooling system in the basement. I took it out of the window, & wrapped up the cord nicely. I proceeded to carry it down our basement steps when I tripped over nothing & dropped the cooling system. I broke the cooling system into pieces, & the rest is history.