I am such a klutz.
Since I was a little girl, if I didn't have a bruise in a weird place or weird illness or injury, things just weren't normal. Last night I grabbed the fly swatter to kill a cricket (yeah, I've already heard that's bad luck , but I can't stand those things) - I was leaning over the 4-poster bed in the guest room and managed to catch the edge of the post as I was swatting the bug - hit the corner of my eyebrow, right on the bone. Thankfully this morning it is not black and blue, just a little swollen and sore to the touch. When I called FI to tell him what I had done, he said he was going to wrap me in bubble wrap until the wedding.
A couple months ago, I had the dishwasher open (it's broken, but I still use it as my dish drying rack) and turned around and smacked my shin right into it (hit so hard I still have the remnants of the bruise).
A few years ago, I was dancing around the house with my dog and managed to swing my arms and hit the edge of the bar/counter top separating the kitchen/great room and dislocated my pinky finger.
About 10 years ago, I was working as a receptionist - reached under the desk to grab my bag and it had gotten tangled up in all the cords (I'd been complaining for months about all the loose cords under the desk), I tugged and the cords won and kept my bag, but my hand kept pulling and my thumb smacked the underside of the desk - ended up with a broken thumb (at least that was worker's comp and they had to finally get me something to keep the cords cleaned up).
The list goes on and on (sorry this got so long)...so, tell me there are other klutzy people out there?