I live the life of a klutz. anything and everything I eat ends up on the floor...on my shirt... once on an assistant principals bald head. I commonly trip, break things, bump into people. I find bruises all over myself. I’m always late and seem to be living in some other world half of the time. {this I am trying to work on!!!} the other day while laughing at a kid for carrying around a giant balloon the wind blew it and drilled me in the head. about twenty minutes later I was thanking the bus driver for the ride and fell off the milledge bus. I’m thankful for the good laughs.