I am a born clutz.
My spouse thinks it is hilarious, but I do not.
I have broken so numerous bones in my lifetime that I have lost count, then 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 five inches wide and seven inches long. I have no idea how I managed to fall on that small of a patch of ice. I guess 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 me consistently about how clutzzy I am. I had one of my moments the other afternoon as I was trying to put away my a/c for the winter. My nice friend and I have a small a/c that my associate and I put in our living room window while in the Summer months, and it helps keep our house comfortable. It is actually not that tepid where my associate and I live, so just the one little a/c does great for us. My nice friend and I store it in the basement while in the winter months, so it is out of the way. I procrastinated on taking the a/c down to the basement for no nice reason at all, however finally the afternoon that my associate and I got our first snow of the season, I decided to put the a/c 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 a/c. I broke the a/c into pieces, and the rest is history.