I'd like to admit my type of clumsy is like Fergie's "clumsy", that it's because I'm in love or have a crush, but my clumsy is more accident prone like, "Really, what are the chances of that happening to me?" A couple years back I stayed up late gluing something for some project. Exhausted, I took a little cap nap on the couch. When I woke up, I was literally glued to the couch. Unbeknownst to me, I got glue on my pants and during my nap, the glue dried connecting my pants to the couch. Another time when I was playing volleyball an opponent spiked the ball. I dug it and managed to dislocate my elbow and tear a ligament.
So this week when I hurt my foot, I wasn't too surprised. I pulled out a bottle of perfume from my medicine cabinet in my bathroom, and a nail polish bottle fell out onto my tile counter, breaking then fell on my foot. I got two huge gashes on my foot. For the first few days I couldn't put any weight on my foot. By the fifth day I was still limping, but I powered through my work days and made it through! Now I can walk, I just can't bend my toes yet.
Anyway, happy 4th of july, friends!
(Now all my nail polish bottles live under my sink. Who knew nail polish could be so dangerous?)
If you'd like to see my bloody foot after it was "cleaned" or my wound as it was healing... click the tiny thumbnails below