Thanks Mom

So one of the most special things I inherited from my mom is grace. Not. I swear our family is genetically defunct when it comes to being able to walk without falling. And no, it's not just me, its me, my mom, my sister and my grandma. My name is Kelsey and I'm a faller. It's true, and it has been all my life. My sister, she's more of a runner-into - a runner-into vans, poles, posts, and walls. I'm a faller off of curbs, over my own feet, and down stairs. My mom and grandma pretty much are us combined. Yesterday I proved it once again as I tumbled down our porch stairs (helped along by a big white dog). And I have the damage to prove it.

Yuck. This was one of those land right on the edge, pretty sure your shin is broken, just gonna sit here and cry and try not to vomit moments. Fun stuff. And yes, a pretty common occurrence in my life. Poor Mack thinks he can solve my problems by telling me to be more careful - but really folks, all I'm doing is walking! I mean do you think before you take every step? Is that even possible? I think I need a walker.