I am not graceful. In fact, if you ask my Mama, she would correctly (and lovingly?) state that I am downright clumsy. She loves to tell people that I am “that girl” that can manage to fall UP the stairs. I find it rather an odd bragging right and slightly ironic, since the very thing happened yesterday morning. My flip-flop-tripping-up-the-stairs-experience was followed by a very loud cry of “OH BOLOGNA SANDWICHES!” as I stared down at my throbbing toes/knees. (I’ve been working on weeding out word-vomiting of the occasional profanities, hence the random reference to lunch items.) [Read more…]