I spent the afternoon baking cookies with some friends in Davis.
What could go wrong?
With me? Plenty.
First of all, my socks slid a little too well across the laminate floor leading to a not so graceful slide/dance. Then, reaching, I ripped a hole in the arm of one of my favorite dresses. When attempting to get the plastic seal off of the bottle of vanilla extract, I accidentally yanked the cap off, which led to vanilla splatters. Everywhere.
I guess that's okay. Because now my hair smells delicious.
On the way home? I ran over the curb.
I just can't win. Thank goodness I was with friends who love me, clumsiness and all!
*however, my middle name, Anne, means grace. Go figure.