Bumps and bruises

I can never go long without injuring myself in some way. My poor mother had to rush me to the doctor many a time for bumps, sprained ankles, and many stitches. My parents used to call me Bambi on ice when I was a kid because I fell down so much. But apparently my coordination has improved because I have been long overdo for a big bump. Or so I thought...
Yesterday as I rushed out the door to bring a neighbor some delicious Apricot Jam I just made I knocked into the door frame knocking our key rack off the wall and into my poor foot. I didn't think too much of it till I woke up this morning with a very swollen, very bruised, sore ankle.

So no matter how hard I try I think I'll always be a clumsy one. Hopefully our kids will inherit a little more coordination from Keith.