The Epitome of Gracefulness

I must be the most clumsy girl on the planet. Matt and I started our day by him cleaning the kitchen and me doing laundry. I got a little cranky when I was putting clean sheets on the bed and broke a nail while tugging on a blanket. That should have been my clue to check myself before I wrecked myself.

But, no...As I was putting some clothes into the dryer, I hit my "old lady hip" on the dryer door. It hurt sooooo badly. I'm really glad I put an ice pack on it, because I am barely even limping, which is usually not the case when my hip is injured. But, it didn't stop there.

As I was putting my hair into a ponytail in preparation of a pool party we were attending this evening, I cracked my elbow on a hard stone windowsill. It still aches, even five hours later. This was more than just hitting the old funny bone. I am toying with the idea that I have perhaps fractured my ulna. Or is it the radius? Hell, I don't know. It f-ing hurts.

When we were walking out the door to go to the party, I handed the keys to my husband, because I sure didn't feel very lucky. Ok, that's a lie. I am exceedingly lucky. I just don't feel particularly competent or graceful.

However, I joyfully report that I have sustained no further injuries on this calendar day. But, I do have one more hour before it is officially tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed that I manage to make it to bed without losing a limb.