I've never been graceful. My arms and legs have never had the fluid movement of a ballerina. But there are some days when it's worse than ever.
Sunday was one of those days. I dropped the keys. I dropped my pear from dinner, then promptly dropped more dinner food in my lap. Earlier I dropped a library book at the library. It was so bad that my husband suggested I not pickup the 4 year old.
That evening I met up with a friend for some 'girl time' and on the way out of the restaurant, I dropped my half of the delicious chocolate cake that I had not finished. Getting ready for bed, I dropped the my face soap.
And then, I pull up the Book of Face and see a post about my niece (who is infamous for dropping things also) having dropped her ice cream.
I'm glad to know it's genetic.