Accident-prone?

Weird random things happen to my sister fairly often. She managed to break her pinky finger skating carefully around a rink, and had to have a two and a half hour long surgery on it. The surgery didn't work very well and her finger is still a little crooked. Two weeks ago she was running on the pavement in bare feet and somehow scraped off the entire nail and most of the nail bed on her little toe. No, she didn't cry. She has broken her braces four times. She has hurt her tail bone numerous times. She smeared lip chap all over her front teeth the day she got her braces. Today, Sarah and I were pretending to fight, with deodorant as our weapons. Don't even ask!! Anyway, I pretended to lash out near her face, and somehow she stuck out her front teeth, and a chunk of deodorant mushed into her front braces. She bravely fled to the bathroom and washed her mouth out about 100 times with toothpaste and water. Then she told me, “Wow, that is the worst thing I've ever tasted,” while giggling. When painful and/or gross things happen to her, she has such an amazing attitude. She usually laughs, sometimes hysterically.
 

This weekend: DYC conference in Victoria. Next Wednesday-Friday: Juan de Fuca trail with TLA. Day after that: concerto performance. In between activities: school and packing and piano.