Hide your breakables.

I'm the queen of accident prone. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, but I also like to get things done. I'm not exactly careful.

Just this morning, I was trying on my dress for Jessica's wedding. For some reason, I put my heels on before I stepped into the dress. As I stepped in, I sliced (not scratched) my leg with my fancy heel. Blood.

On my way down the stairs this morning, carrying a laundry basket and trying to look out the window, I missed two steps, fell down the rest of the stairs, and broke a vase of paperwhites sitting at the bottom of the stairs. My favorite pedestal vase was broken, rocks were all over the carpet, and yucky water that has been in the vase for weeks was soaking into my carpet. Bruises.

My hands provide more evidence of my spastic nature. I have a blood-blister from the scissor handles, raw fingertips from bleaching my valance, and a blister from moving a hot candle. Last week, I also broke glass in the bathroom, broke my grandma's Christmas present, and made cookies with way too much Crisco. Tears.

My brain is elsewhere lately. I'm just not sure where. Let her know I'd appreciate her returning, please. Otherwise, I better not leave the couch.

Oh yeah, and I also washed my phone. No cell phone for me.