I am a born clutz.
My husband thinks it is hilarious, even though I do not.
I have broken so many 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 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 aggravating at times because my husband and friends make comments to me consistently 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. My buddy and I have a small cooling system that my buddy and I put in our kitchen window during the summer time months, and it helps keep our house comfortable. It is genuinely not that warm where my buddy and I live, so just the one little cooling system does good for us. My buddy and I store it in the basement during the winter time months, so it is out of the way. I procrastinated on taking the cooling system down to the basement for no good reason at all, but finally the day that my buddy 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.