I swear that I have the worst luck possible.
If something can go wrong, it will go wrong for me.
I am also prone to injury. I suppose the two go hand in hand. When I was little, my parents called my clutz because I was always tripping over nothing or hitting myself in the face with my own limbs on accident. It was quite humiliating as a child, and I still do not like to confess how clumsy I am. My hubby cannot help but laugh at me sporadically, and I do not blame him because I have had so several incidents in the short time that my associate and I have been married. One such incident happened two afternoons ago. I decided that it was time to move my cooling system for the dining room window back up to the attic to store for the winter. It was already snowing outside at the time, so I was a little late to be putting the cooling system away, but at least, I did it. I carried the cooling system up the stairs to the second floor with no problems, but then, I went to open the door that leads up to the attic, and I dropped the cooling system on my foot. It hurt so badly, and I suppose my neighbors legitimately heard me scream. I could hardly walk after that, so I just left the cooling system at the basement stairs and went to the emergency room. It turns out I broke my toe, and I have to say that with my luck, it did not surprise me one bit. No more carrying cooling systems for me!