Evidence is Building

I am apparently an attraction for misfortune.

Today, while riding in the car, after having purchased a wonderful yogurt/granola cup from the local convenience store (*note: Tomas bought it because my card never works in Norway), I sat down to open said yogurt and devour its deliciousness when I somehow managed to spill it all over my new dress and the car seat. I was now, wet, sticky and smelled like raspberry yogurt...also, I didn't get to eat it, which was probably the most tragic part.

We had to stop to clean it up and I got to ride the rest of the way to our destination with just a tank-top and some leggings, which would be fine, if it wasn't too cold to wear that.

As further proof to my magnetic attraction for unfortunate events, I shall tell the story of how I sprained my ankle...the first time.

I happened to be a sophomore in high school. I know this because the day after I sprained my ankle was the dance audition for Minnesingers, our chamber choir, and I was only in that for two years. Moving on, I was in my bedroom and for some reason, needed to use the phone. This was before cell phones started to replace landlines, so I was using the one in my bedroom, which of course, was NOT cordless. Add to that an inexplicably long phone wall jack cord and you have yourself a recipe for disaster.

Now, I am not the...neatest person in the world, and so my 10 by 10 square foot bedroom full of furniture and other various 16 year old paraphernalia proved to be a bit of a hazard when you coupled it with a 20 foot phone cord.

I was attempting to call my friend Kory to ask her something of dire importance I'm sure and as I went to close the door after dialing the number I turned around, got tangled in the extra long cord, stepped on a piece of junk on the floor and fell over.

Now, instead of screaming right away, I decided it was best to wait until I knew whether or not someone was going to pick up, so no one would pick up and hear me screaming my head off from the throbbing mass of flesh, bone and muscle attached to my right leg.

I managed to make it to the answering machine and hang up before letting out a very painful noise and as I was lying there on my floor, tangled in the phone cord, holding my foot, I heard a voice from the living room downstairs yell, "Are you ok?"

"Ow" was all I could manage to yell back. Eventually I managed to crawl my way to the door, and I really don't remember much of what happened after that. Not because I passed out or anything, just because I have a terrible memory for small, lame details.

In all reality, it wasn't too bad and I managed to make the choir anyway, so it worked out. However, if you ever doubted my abilities to be a klutz, there you go. Trust me, I have many more. Just ask sometime.