Saturday, January 21, 2012

Also, I'm a klutz.

My family is pretty accident prone, so in comparison, I've always felt pretty graceful. But when I was thinking about it earlier, I realized I'm actually among the worst of the bunch.

●Once, the auto-clean setting on our oven came on when I was making cookies. I didn't realize it until I opened the oven and smoke came pouring out. The pan was ruined, and my little siblings used the blackened cookies to play frisbee and write on our porch...

●A few years ago, I got bored and decided to "act like a ninja," which basically consisted of stealthily jumping back and forth down the hall and posing every time I landed. The second time I jumped, I landed with the corner of the wall wedged between my fourth and fifth toes, snapping my pinky toe neatly in two.

●My mom's friend came over and parked a little ways behind my car. I didn't notice, so when I went to take my sisters and brother to karate, I backed into her van and smooshed the front light.

●I was making bacon and the pan caught on fire.
   


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