[PurVirgo]

LOL - I always tell people, There's a reason my mom didn't name me Grace. I haven't broken any bones *knocks on wood*, but I am a certified klutz. Hehe, and I don't give out directions either... the whole left-right thing gets me every time. If you tell me North, South, East, or West, I can do it. Of course, I have a compass in my car to help me too! *LMAO* Funny thing, most guys I have dated are also left handed. Guess birds of a feather really do flock together.

[Judith Anne]

I was well known in the family as a klutz. Once, after I dropped a full jar of mayo and broke it, my aunt asked me how it felt to be so graceful.

Naturally, I answered, "Simply smashing!"

And now that I'm not clumsy anymore (the habit of carefulness ingrained over the years) and hardly remember the difficulties of mastering things other people did effortlessly, I still find the odd thing, like directions and left and right, remains to remind me that lefties are out of step. I imagine we're meant to be...;-D