Seriously, what's going on? I haven't been this much of a clutz since that time I simultaneously tripped over my golf bag and the construction rope on that outing with my fam. (My mom and I still crack up about that.)
Today, only one full day after my tumble down my porch steps, I had TWO more incredibly riduculous, clumsy incidents.
M was there to see the first. After I had gotten back to my cube for my midday lunch, I managed to drop my ketchup on the floor. It then proceeded to bounce off the floor and splash up on my pants, my shirt, my jacket, my face and my hair. For as little as that cup of ketchup was, I was absolutely covered.
Seriously? Who knew ketchup made your hair all crunchy and shit.
Anyway, had to go home and change. (Should have showered but didn't seem to have the time or the drive.)
Later, in my cube once again, I was closing down shop to go to a meeting. It was then that I realized I had a little water left over from earlier, so I decided to water my plants. That too was a mistake. I reached up, fumbled with the plant, and then watched my water, dirt and branches fly down, covering my desk and computer.
Oh my goodness. Is there something in the air? Are the stars aligned in such a way that I'm incapable of being anything less than a walking disaster? What's going on?!