Sooo...I can be a little bit klutzy. I think sometimes my depth perception gets scadywompus, and so I run into things. So, for example, this morning, as I was getting out of bed, I hit my head on the windowsill. Luckily no goose eggs, but it's not the most pleasant way to say HELLO! to the day (especially a nice, relaxing Sunday morning).

I made it through the day fairly unscathed, although during one of the church prayers, Todd and I were standing outside in the foyer, and as soon as I closed my eyes I about fell over. Dizziness? Maybe. Being terrible at standing in heels? Quite possibly. Klutziness? Yeah, there was definitely some of that thrown in there. I had to listen to the prayer with my eyes open. Which is okay, because apparently LOTS of people do that.

So we got home and were cleaning up from dinner. I went to grab the oil, and my hands weren't even slippery or anything! But the bottle must have been, because it started to slip through my fingers. Luckily, I have quick reflexes or it would have been all over the floor. I grabbed and thought I was okay. I didn't plan for the backlash of oil, because as I grabbed, the oil splashed up...up...and ALL OVER ME. I am sad I didn't get photographic evidence but that was because I had oil soaking my shirt, dripping on the floor, dripping DOWN my neck and shirt, and covering my necklace. I yelled for backup (aka hubby) and he came running, probably thinking that I had cut myself with a knife because he thinks someday I will chop off my fingers, even though I have given him no reason to believe I would do that...

Anyway, moral of the story: Don't spill olive oil on yourself. It is slimy and gross. It will soak all over your clothes. It gets sticky. Don't give in to your inner klutz!