I now have a giant bruise on my leg that hurts every time I walk. I didn’t get this bruise from hitting the ground too hard after skydiving, or from fending off a vicious bear. I didn’t get it from a sword fight while saving the kingdom from evil, or from rescuing a child from a burning building.
I walked into a table. Again. With eyewitnesses, who winced at my pain but also laughed at me. Thanks, guys.
There are times when I am graceful, and times when I am decidedly not.
Also, the other day I poured milk into my bowl of rice and stew, instead of into my coffee where it belonged.
I made a flan for my mother’s birthday the night before…and of course, forgot to put it out for her birthday.
I went to the pool, and forgot to take a towel.
I am young, and I am losing my mind. 🙂