Well, I wasn’t going to share this next story. Especially after I confessed on my FB fan page that I actually fell down making my bed. (Like it was my fault — the tread on my new sneakers was just too much for my speedy bed-making abilities). I don’t really want to present myself as clumsy, but I think it’s probably a little too late for that. So, why not share the latest?
About a week ago, I was working on a photo book on Shutterfly to give to my Mom for her 60th surprise birthday party which took place this past weekend. I got a bunch of old albums and scanned pictures for it. I made my sisters and Dad write birthday letters to Mom and spent hours and hours working online on the book. The Shutterfly system let me do all this work, but there was a problem and I didn’t know it. My session had timed out, and I couldn’t save the work. “Uh, ‘scuse me, Shutterfly?” Then the fact that I had essentially wasted several hours began to sink in and I started to lose it.
My face went hot and I started to breathe quickly in and out through my nose like I was going to hyperventilate.
All this went down at about 10:30 at night. I needed to vent. I was breathing fire talking to my out-of-town husband on the phone about it. I was so angry. He suggested I turn off the light and go watch TV in bed. But what I really wanted to do was slap around a Shutterfly employee. Since that wasn’t possible, I turned off the light and went out into the dark hallway. With a pissy fast-paced walk I headed for my room…only I forgot about the laundry basket I left in the hallway earlier in the day.
BOOM! Down I went, dropping the phone and rolling around on the floor in the dark laughing “OWWWWW-how-how!” I was holding my shin on one leg and my big toe on the other. (I can only imagine what it sounded like to my husband on the phone or to my children sleeping just a few feet from where I was making all that racket. Man, it smarted, but it did get me over the hump from angry to laughing.
And that is how I know I am clumsy when I am angry. Are you clumsy? Oh, somebody make me feel better, please.
Sadly, this is but one of my many moments of grace and elegance. If you are interested in reading others…