At least I didn’t fall down the stairs. (Yet.)

Yesterday during a meeting, I somehow managed to cut my finger on a chair (yeah, I don’t know), bleed all over my notebook, and in an effort to get a paper towel, trip over a “wet floor” sign, knocking it over.

I think it’s probably safe to say that my bosses are now aware of my accident prone-ness.  Would have liked to usher that trait in with a little bit smaller doses, but go figure, clumsy people aren’t exactly skilled at this “being graceful” business.

Upcoming:  a photo essay from last week’s vacation!  Josh and I accumulated about 35 hours in the car together over the course of the week, and amazingly didn’t get tired of each other.  Shocking, right?