I'm a bit of a klutz. Some on my "accidents" are just ridiculous: burning my butt, stapling my fingers together, splitting my head open inside a stump, and scratching my entire body in berry bushes are just a few episodes.
Last night I added to my list.
I was walking with friends to dinner. The pavement was rather uneven and apparently I wasn't paying close enough attention to where I was walking.
The next thing I knew I had twisted my ankle, fallen, scrape my knee and foot, and torn a hole in my jeans.
Let's have a moment of silence for the torn jeans.
Although I suppose people do pay big money for destructed jeans, and these were a sale pair, so I just got myself a great deal.
But still, sadness.
Now excuse me, I have to focus on where I'm walking.