So there I was running the trimmer around the edges of the yard and the garden when I ever so neatly landed on my butt.  Yep, the klutz was out and about again today.  This time I tripped over the two bricks and the hose that extend from the filters for use while back washing the pond filter.  The hose spewed a bit of water so my pants were also wet.  I looked lovely. 

     Yes, there are bruises.  I have one on my butt, and another on my arm that I have no idea how I got one there.  I’m betting by tomorrow there will be more.  Not to mention the stiff muscles I’ll discover that I never knew I had.  I narrowly missed spraining an ankle, again.  I’m ever so glad no one saw me fall it couldn’t have been pretty.

     Falling once was bad enough, but not five minutes later, I almost repeated the same pratfall on the same two bricks and hose.  By now, I think I hold the klutz queen crown firmly within my grasp.  Next time I’m moving the bricks and hose before I begin to trim.

     However, with my luck I’ll find something else to fall over.  I’m taking odds on that.