How that happened is beyond me. But, of all the people in the world, of course it would happen to me.
I was the cleanest baby in the world (aside from the standard spit-ups and poopy diapers), until my pediatrician dubbed me "Messy Jesse," simply because it rhymed. Since then, I've been a mess in every aspect of the word.
I drop things, I spill things, I fall down, I run into things a lot, my apartment is a state of controlled chaos. Sunday afternoon, I fell and turned my ankle, walking barefoot across a flat surface while rounding the corner from one room to another. That takes true talent, my friends.
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