And she used to fall down a lot. That girl was always falling again and again.

Anyone who has ever hung out with me for more than five minutes knows that I am a klutz. Actually, klutz is an understatement. I'm a disaster. I fall down, walk into things, drop heavy objects on my feet and spill things like red wine and coffee and tomato sauce -- you know, all the really stain-inducing stuff -- all over me. I have gone through three wife beaters just this season alone, people. And I'm rocking a huge bruise from falling into the shower last week.

Every now and then, I do something so incredibly ridiculous that it surprises even me. Like just now. I went to the kitchen to grab myself a cup of coffee so I could wake up before my 4:30 conference call. I walked back to my desk, sat down, and then realized my long beaded necklace had, in fact, been completely submerged in my cup for the entire walk. When I set the cup down, the necklace sprayed my keyboard with coffee. It sprayed my desk with coffee. It sprayed my phone with coffee, and oh yes, it got my tank top and favorite denim skirt, too.

The best part? I have plans right after work. Luckily, my friends are used to seeing me with stains all over me. Only usually, I acquire them after my arrival, not before.