I’m klutzy. It goes beyond klutzy, really. In fact, I have always been so accident prone that my father used to call me Grace…because I had none.
And I’ve realized that this is a trait I’m just not going to outgrow. So I guess I may as well own it. I was recently telling my mom about my latest mishap (a full body slam to the tile floor of our entry way), and she suggested that I really should have kept a diary of my accidents over the years because I find such inventive ways of hurting myself. Yes, she expressed concern for my aches and pains, but in the end it’s a bit of a funny family fact: Jan is creatively clumsy.
- Just a few that come to mind:
- I once closed my ear in the car door.
- I smacked my face so hard into our dining room light fixture that I gave myself a black eye and vertigo.
- I fell all the way down a set of carpeted stairs and bounced into the living room.
So, now you know.