My mother will tell you that Grace has never been my middle name.
Yesterday was proof of that.
Managed to fall up the stairs at work. Scrapped up my knee, bruised my arm, and wrenched my back. Didn't spill the hot chocolate I was carrying (ok, slopped some, thankfully the cup had a lid on it).
Get back to my desk and manage to shut my finger in a drawer. Didn't swear too loud.
Tripped over "Fat Cat" last night and wrenched my back again. OK, this time I did swear rather loudly.
Today has got to be better. Right?