Folgers and other follies

So I realize Folger's went to the Aroma Seal Can for a reason but I am sad to say it clearly isn't secure enough for me. I have been on a fairly clumsy role for let's see... oh my whole LIFE!! Today just takes the coffeecake. I was daydreaming about a business adventure with my sister (which she knows nothing about so keep it quiet) and walking across my shop with my economy size coffee can when it somehow slipped right out of my hand and went crashing to the floor leaving a black mountain of coffee grounds on a not-so-perfectly clean floor. DAMMIT!
For a person of less regular clumsiness this would probably not grind their gears as much as it did me. However since just Sunday I knocked over an entire canister of salt in the kitchen. I know what you're thinking and it simply isn't possible to cut salt and coffee out of my regimen besides I would find a way to spill even the healthiest granola... oh wait I probably have.
I think I know exactly where this streak started. Our yard is slightly covered in ice. The other day I was be-bopping out to my car probably singing some Taylor Swift outloud when I traveled accross a trechorous island of ice. Thus sending me into a break-dance I never knew I had. I caught myself and had a good chuckle and went about my day. However this one lucky break may have been the tip of the iceburg as far as follies were concerned.
Yesterday of course couldn't go without some minor mishap. Nolan and I went to the library, then Joe Jitter's for lunch and then to the rink for a little ice skating. At Joe jitters, the shoppers that we are, he managed to find a dinosaur book in the back and I found a dry erase, magnetic desk top thing. After a round of ice skating I climbed in the back seat to help him with his seat belt when I heard a gentle crunch. Oh yes the sound of my not-so-delicate ass crushing my new amazing desktop. Son-of-A!
Fear not! I will not let you lie awake worrying that I had to chuck my purchase. Everyone knows that with the right amount of packing tape (or hot glue in some cases) I can fix anything!!
Well I must go. I'm sure there is something around the house awaiting a break or a spill! Not even kidding.

Maybe next time I can tell you how I successfully dropped a gallon of paint down a staircase. It's mind boggling. :)