I'm Clumsy

It's true. No, no don't be jealous it is not as glamorous as it seems. After arriving home this afternoon from a day in the "country" I was walking up my front porch steps - all three of them. Before lifting my right foot off the top step I fell directly into the front door. Both hands were carrying covered plates of food that I brought from my mom's.

Contents of the first plate included:

Mac & cheese
Fried chicken
Ham
Smoked pork
Broccoli (chopping bra-koh-lee, choppin' bra-koh-lie)& rice casserole
Sweet potato casserole
One deviled egg
Some potato & cheese casserole concoction
Field peas

Contents of the second plate included:

Homecoming cake
Chocolate cake
Lemon pound cake
7-Up Cake
Pecan Pie

As fate has struck me with the art of clumsiness, luck also follows me, the plates doubled as a cushion thus preventing me from crashing through the front door which happens to be glass. Because falling & slinging food isn't enough for a pride crusher, my neighbor just happened to be in his front yard talking on the phone while the events took place.

My dogs, all four, gave me a score of 10.