If you were, perhaps, mourning the arrival of this newer, more graceful Mellzah, you will be relieved to know that my streak of non-klutzy activity ended just now when I managed to flip over my manicotti into my lap, soaking my jeans and office carpet with red sauce.
Go me!
The kluzty Melissa is all well and good, but I still miss the old blowing-strangers-in-the-alley-behind-a-porn-store-in-the-middle-of-nowhere Melissa!
You can’t miss what you’ve never known, boy-o. Go ask your ‘mom’ about it.