sigh

I'm known for being kind of clumsy. I'm always running into a wall, stubbing my toe, tripping, dropping something...sometimes I even pass out, that's the worst one.

My mom says that if there were such a thing as bad luck, then I have it. I would have to agree with her.

What did I do today?

I ripped my bumper off. It wasn't really my fault, the person behind me parked their hitch under my car. Who does that? So when I drove away I heard a crunch. It ripped almost clean off, so I called the boys.

"911"

"Hi, I ripped my bumper off at the hospital."

"well that's private property, so we can't send anyone, but what you can do-"

"no, I really don't have a bumper."

"oh, we'll send someone right over."

"thanks"

My dad insists it's my fault becuase I should have checked to make sure the hitch wasn't under my bumper before I pulled away. Sigh.