Klutz

I wonder — what is the etymology of the word klutz? That’s why it takes so long to write a blog post sometimes…

Anyhoo….I thought I’d share an embarrassing moment that unfortunately no one saw - although, I’m sure I heard God chuckling.

My wife’s friend, Adrianne, brought CC a nice, big planter filled with spring annuals. We were out of town last week, so CC had to miss a garden party that Adrianne hosted on Saturday. Don’t ask me exactly what a garden party is, except that each person came home with one of these planters. It was a beautiful gift, and a thoughtful gesture of friendship.

So we put the planter out on our front porch just outside the door. Last night, as I run out the door with my dog, Utah, as I’ve done a million times — (and, as always, without ever turning on the porch light) — WHACK! “My shin!” Crash! Leap! “What the. . .?” So I turn on the porch light to find the pottery shattered, potting soil everywhere, and these poor innocent annuals laid out like pulled weeds.

Through my uprorious laughter, I try to get the story out to my beautiful bride who is not as amused. I assured her that had she seen it, she would probably be laughing with me, but I’m not sure I convinced her.

So, I did what every husband would do…. clean up the mess and tell her we’ll buy some more flowers next week….. just kidding. Did you know that you can go to Super Target at 9:45pm and find a planter (unbreakable this time, of course,) a CD from your wife’s favorite new artist, and a box of Milk Duds and be home by 10:05?