Butterfingers

I do not talk about candy bar.

Me and my butterfingers,

That's what my mother always called me every time I made my clumsiness. I hate that when it happens. That’s what it called every time something slips out of my fingers like they were greasy fingers.

Today must have been my unlucky day. I dropped my keys, bowl, lunch, and spill drinks. My mom said must be your butterfingers' day. I shot at my mom a look. She laughed. My respond, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. I feel like a little bit of teenager.

What can I said? That's my pet peeves, one day I’m fine and handle gracefully then next day my clumsiness showed up and everything’s falls apart on me. Pppfftttt.

We are humans. We make mistakes. We did things and wish we could go back. We accident dropped or spilled something every once in awhile. That’s what the gravity is for. If there isn’t gravity then we don’t have to worry about our clumsy. Haha. I always am wondering what it is like floating in the space and pour a drink in the air. Let the balls of soda floating around. You don’t have to clean up the mess. Hahaha. I think it would be cool to be flying in space for a day.

Don't you?

Quote of the day: Love gives us the stregth to make sacrifices, to give, to encourage, to connect and to be compassionate. ~Author Unknown~