This morning, Girlie and I heard a deafening bang and shout from the bathroom. Matt had bashed his elbow on the door. Five minutes later, he nailed the same elbow on another door frame.
We went downtown to goof around, yarn shop, and get cheesesteaks. I, somehow, hurt myself opening the door at Rosie's. As we were coming home, Matt tripped on the stairs to our front door.
"I'm staying away from you guys today," Girlie announced.
"Yeah, we're the Klutz Clan." I responded ruefully.
"The Two Klutz Klan!" she laughed.