The clumsy gene

Hello!


I was thinking about my life and how genetically fucked up I am...


Now I have this thing that I do inadvertently, without thinking, it comes as a second nature to me. I'm talking about clumsiness. It is amazing how many times I have screwed up a message, a feeling, a phrase or plain and simple I have just screwed it up real bad. I have mentioned on this blog about incidents where I'm supposed to say something like:

- "I'm sorry about your mother's death"

Instead I have come up with stuff like:

- "I hope you bring back good news from the funeral"


Really! This has happened to me, but it doesn't end there. There are events where I screwed up royally: a.k.a. the birthday of my wife. It's true! A couple of years ago I completely forgot about it. I was talking to my mother and she asked me how was my wife, I told her that she was okay. She then asked me how was her day so far, I told her it was okay and I asked her why. There was dead silence at the end of the line and then she told me words that I will never forget "it's her birthday son!". WTF??! I then proceeded to say happy birthday to my wife but it was too late to damage had been done, she didn't stay mad for long she's a good sport.


Now why am I telling you all of this? Well because I think that the clumsy gene didn't skip a generation. My oldest daughter seems to be suffering from it. Today she mixed up the AC adapters for a couple of my MS related toys.. Now I have to wait until they get back here to see if she didn't blow up any of them. They're pretty expensive, I'm looking at $12,000 dollars for one and $4000 dollars for the other one...



These are the moments where God really does exist....


Take care folks!