Introductions First

Okay, so I am 30 years old, a complete clutz, and not afraid to share it with the world... My mom's a clutz, my grandmother was a clutz, and thankfully my brother married a fellow clutz so the tradition will continue with my neice. Examples you say?
Age two: slid down slide head first like a seal, received three stitches.
Age two: tried to open twist off bottle with my teeth, only to push my top teeth back into my head (not sure if this counts as clutzy, or obstinate)(cute toothless grin till age seven, but ruined my future as a child model)
Age two: got bottom lip frozen to outside railing (are you beginning to ask where my parents were? Watching in horror.)
Age three was relatively safe
Age four: jumped through what would become the bathroom skylight (parents: don't leave big brothers in charge of little sisters on the roof) and hit my head on the toilet

I could go on and on, but I'd better save stuff for another posting yes? I think it's safe to say that silly things happen to me, and I let them. Most recently you ask?

Two weeks ago, as I was putting my not quite one year old son into the car, I tripped on the step in the garage, pinning both my son and I against the car door, as my feet were still up on the step behind me. My knee still hurts... Then, a few days ago I was flying to Michigan for a wedding, and when I sat down on the floor (very busy airport) I felt something cold on my leg! Turns out I had been walking around for gawd knows how long with my cheeks showing! And I thought people smiled at me because I was a nice looker! Then two days ago, I woke up with pink eye... not sure how this is caused by being a clutz, but there are days when I say "Only me!".

I'm sure there will be more... I am me afterall, and I do have a child who poops a lot, so chances are good there'll be a poop story soon enough.