Ask anyone who has spent more than five minutes in the same room as me, and they will testify that I am, undeniably, a klutz. Being a lifelong clumsy lass comes with some strange stories and some very, very odd doctors visits.
If it can be tripped over I will find it with my eternally-stubbed-left-pinkie tow.
If it’s low enough, the noggin has hit it.
If it is waist height, my hip has found the corne…
