Yes, that is me, I possess all the grace of a drunken dancing hippo. I can swing dance like nobody’s business yet I waltz through my day like a bull in a china shop. Let’s take yesterday for an example. I’m in the bath tub scrub a dubbing that nasty ring that turns up every few days when you live with 2 boys. Scrub scrub scrub, all day long, scrub scrub scrub - oh eee ahh oooo (windmilling arms) NOOOOOOOO! BANG! (insert painful face and swollen elbow here). I tried to rescue myself and still fell, then tried to recover by immediately jumping back up. In my hurry to jump back up I created a worse problem. I knocked the faucet off the WALL - YES the facets off the shower wall.. In the bathroom that took a year to finish. Nevermind the huge horrid nasty bruise I now have on my ass - I BROKE THE BATHROOM - NOOO!!! (insert uncontrollable sobbing here)