Christening the blog with klutziness

I find it fitting that on my first day as a blogger, I do something so characteristic of myself. No matter how old you get, you'll always be that 14-year-old inside (or at least, that's what it looks like right now.)

This morning I was rushing to get out of the house. I had slept to the last possible minute and also decided to straighten my hair for a function at work today, leaving a zero margin for error in my morning schedule. After all my bathroom routines, I grabbed my gym bag and started down the stairs. I was focusing on grabbing the iPod off the banister as I went by. This was when the fashionably pointed toe of my right shoe got caught in the fashionably wide and cuffed leg of my left pant and I started to fall. I fell the last two steps (could have been worse) and landed with pretty much all of my weight on my right elbow and hip. Ouch. Girlfriend has to lose some weight.

With that, I could feel the sweat brought on by adreneline crop up around my hairline, effectively curling all the hair that I had just straightened. I heard Kevin yell in a sleepy voice, "Are you ok?" I said, yeah as I brushed myself off, but he then suddenly bound out of bed and came running downstairs. I was fine, a little shakey, but ok. Needless to say, putting on eyeliner after that event was out of the question.

The point here is...I'm a klutz. I always have been, and it seems, always will be. I haven't had a really klutzy moment like this in a long time (ask Kevin!) and have gotten impressively adept at catching things before they fall or staying on my feet. Today, alas, it was not meant to be. I took some Advil when I got to work and I am fully anticipating being sore tomorrow, which is just a shame because I'm only 26. Or am I 14?