Clumsy Me

So I'm getting out of the shower after my walk, and I see it. A dark blue, painful bruise near my left knee the size of a half dollar. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, all I need is a strong wind to get a bruise. It doesn't help that I'm incredibly clumsy. I could walk into a 30x30 room with only one small table inside, and I'll find a way to bump into it. So how the hell did I get this deep bruise and NOT remember how I got it? I actually took a picture of it but the flash just washes it out, so you'll just have to believe me on this one.

My clumsiness is why I have never been skiing. I just know I'll break something. Probably a good thing I'm afraid of heights, because a mountain ledge probably isn't a good idea either. Have I mentioned I've broken no less than 8 bones? Come on, let's go hiking. :)