First thing, coffee in hand, on way to work.

Now, I know others do this. But I’m under the impression that they kind of do a little half step, half trip, and then say “Oopsie” and giggle with one hand over their mouths, looking around and blushing a little.

Not me. I SPRAWL. Trip, fall forward, in a knuckles scraping, forehead almost dented on the next step up, pen fell outta my briefcase kind of fashion. Re-twist ankle, ‘cause it was just starting to feel better, and we can’t have that.

I’m starting to get worried about this clumsy streak I’m on. A number of pygmy sperm whales stranded themselves down here a few months ago, and the surviving 5 are being release tomorrow. I’m going out on the volunteer boat, and I’m very, very excited.

But I can’t be all falling dropping tripping crazy girl. Not only is there the danger of a Woman Overboard moment, but if I drop something… well, I’d be dropping a WHALE, people.

I’d be putting the “dick” in Moby Dick. And I don’t want to be that guy.