So, I have had an interesting week (Read: painful, aggravating, want-to-pull-the-hair-out-by-its-roots).
It all started so benign.
Some friends of mine have some awesome Huskies that I take care of whenever they go out of town. In addition to the dogs, I check up on the house, water plants, and record the weather stats (My friend is the official weather person for my area. Not even joking. I love it.).
Anyway, it was all going great. I had taken care of the dogs and had just finished watering the plants. You would think that having just been using the hose, I would know a little bit about its location, right?
And this is where a clutz can defy the laws of mathematics.
Let me take you through this pictorially.
First, we have the clutz (namely me):
|Mmmm. You know I have actually done this before?|
Second, we have the hose:
|No, this isn't the actual hose.|
Third, we have the broken rib:
|Yeah, I wish.|
Need I say more?
One clutz + one hose = one broken rib.
I told you a clutz could defy the laws of mathematics.
You know, if I'm going to break my rib, couldn't it at least have been while doing something heroic? Like saving someone from the zombie apocalypse?
Ah, such is life.
So, how about the rest of you? Have you ever done something totally and completely clutzy? Come on. Make me feel better. Please? *grin*