I admit it.

I tripped my way through ballet, tap and jazz classes in elementary school.

Somehow, I made it through track and cross-country without seriously injuring myself.  Other than the charleyhorse incident, of which we will never speak.

I even managed to get somewhat proficient at a martial art and learn the basics of belly-dancing.

But, deep down inside... I'm still a klutz.  Just when I'm starting to think I'm graceful and poised, something like reaching for a can of Diet Pepsi making the wall of cans come crashing down around me reminds me that I've still got it.

Yep.  Klutzy is forever.