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I have quite the legacy of being a klutz. I hate it! It's not fair. Take this conversation I had earlier with that crazy boyfriend of mine:
Me: Do you want me to switch those beds around? (I'd suggested the other day that we move his bed into the guestroom and the guestbed into his room)
Seth: Uh... no, why don't you wait and we'll do it together tomorrow?
Me: I *can* do it by myself.
Seth: Yes, but the chances of us getting hurt when both of us are moving it aren't as great.
Me: I won't hurt myself!
Seth: Leah, you hurt yourself just laying in bed.
*pout* So I'm a little accident prone. But gosh.
Me: Do you want me to switch those beds around? (I'd suggested the other day that we move his bed into the guestroom and the guestbed into his room)
Seth: Uh... no, why don't you wait and we'll do it together tomorrow?
Me: I *can* do it by myself.
Seth: Yes, but the chances of us getting hurt when both of us are moving it aren't as great.
Me: I won't hurt myself!
Seth: Leah, you hurt yourself just laying in bed.
*pout* So I'm a little accident prone. But gosh.