Understand I'm Accident Prone

Of late, it seems like my body's been on a mission to bruise and batter itself. In this past week alone, I've somehow accumulated more cuts and blue-blacks than I'm proud to say I have. One cut without tears and you're a hero. Two or more and you're a klutz who's just so used to being one, you stopped crying after the hundredth time you walked into something you shouldn't have. -_-

So today, I thought I'd count my bumps.

These are what I've accumulated since Wednesday.

(The few that I remember and have proof to show for anyway.)

1. I wrecked havoc on my leg, just below the right knee, with Baby's open glove compartment box while sorting out car stickers. -_-

2. I slammed my right arm into my temporary bedside table/shelf while climbing out of bed. Put it there when I started painting and am still not used to it being there. -_-

3. I gauged two holes into my right upper thigh while walking past a stack of metal clothes hangers that were stacked with their hooks facing my way. (Sorry, no pichas for this one. Haram. =p)

And "best" of all...

4. I dropped a ridiculously heavy, king kong-sized lightning protector on my right foot while shifting things around in the hall. -_-

Sigh.

 If two's a klutz, then it looks to me
like I'm officially a double klutz.

T_T