My middle name should have been Grace

Ask anyone who has spent more than five minutes in the same room as me, and they will testify that I am, undeniably, a klutz. Being a lifelong clumsy lass comes with some strange stories and some very, very odd doctors visits. If it can be tripped over I will find it with my eternally-stubbed-left-pinkie tow. If it’s low enough, the noggin has hit it. If it is waist height, my hip has found…