clumsy.

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?)