I am a klutz. Gracefulness is not my forte. If there is a way to spill something, drop something, break something, or fall, I will find it. Some days, I think I should sit in a corner of the room and not touch anything. Yesterday was just such a day.
All kitchen-related mishaps.
1. I tried to open a can of RC, one-handed. Set it on the counter instead of holding it steady. I popped the tab just fine, and then proceeded to knock it over. This is not the first time I've done this, but do I learn? Of course not. So I proceed to clean up the first mess of the day.
2. I made homemade pizza for dinner last night. I had the glass flour canister out. I bet you can see where I'm going with this. I knocked the open canister with my elbow, it tipped over. Kitchen floor is now liberally dusted with flour. I indulge in some creative swearing, and clean up the second mess of the day.
3. I was washing a glass that must have had a crack in it. I went to wash the inside of it, and it shattered. My index finger is now bleeding, and I have a sink and kitchen floor with bits of glass everywhere. I wrap a paper towel around my finger, send B for bandaids and swear. Creatively. I got the broom to sweep the glass up, and promptly dropped it. Picked it up and dropped it again. Will this day ever be over?
4. I needed a pizza pan from the cupboard, and of course it's way in the back. I moved things aside and a cake pan fell out of the cupboard. I picked it up, put it back in the cupboard and two more pie pans slid out. Good Lord. By this time, I was laughing. The racket I was making got the cat's attention. She settled herself right in the doorway to watch the show.
Mimi the Magnificent. Klutz Extraordinaire. Shows today at 4 p.m., and 6 p.m.
