Seriously, I didn’t use to be like this.
I was a cheerleader in high school. I was somewhat coordinated and even on the beat!
Tonight, Husband and I had dinner with our friends, D and B. D used to work with Husband at the interior design retail store Before Law School. We hadn’t seen them in almost a year, so dinner together was definitely in order!
D was giving us a tour of their new house that they’re in the process of fixing up and making their own. We were complimenting and ooh-ing and ahh-ing appropriately, of course. They have come a long way!
Coming down the steep staircase of an old 1930s house, I kept telling myself.. don’t fall down… right foot then left foot… don’t fall down for the love of God!
Yeah, well, my body doesn’t always listen to my brain.
I ended up bumping into the wall – of course, there’s a bunch of photographs hanging on the wall that I happened to lean into. Of course, one comes crashing down on the stairwell and the glass smashes into a million pieces.
I was mortified.
I haven’t seen these people in so long and they have invited me into their home and giving me a tour and I have to break things.
Do they have a program for people like me? I need to get over this klutziness.