Accident Prone

I love my sister-in-law, but really? How can one person be so prone to retarded disaster. Let's see, first her daughter sits on her hand and breaks her pinky. Then she has her husband try to pop it back in place only for that not to work leading her to need pins in her pinky. Then, it's in it's healing process only to be broken again by daughter number 2. How?!!! My goodness, let's not hope anything else happens, Oh . . . WAIT! She goes to a beach and her boob falls out in front of a ton of on-lookers and her father. I don't see how it could get much wor . . . Spoke to soon. Here is my accident/embarrassment prone sister-in-law on July 4th in Georgia at a party in a culdesac. I can see it now. She's doing her thing and enjoying the night and fireworks, probably telling someone her boob story when suddenly BAM!!!! She, and I'm not even kidding, gets hit in the leg with a firecracker. Yes! Out of 60 people in a huddle, she's the one that gets hit and ends up with second degree burns. How does this happen? We are supposed to be going to a sounds game tonight and let me tell you, she would be smart to put on a suit of armor. Knowing her it will turn into a Fever Pitch type of moment where she gets knocked out by a foul ball. I guess it would only add to her arsenal of horrifying stories. None of which have any kind of lesson to be learned really. Unless you count her, "Don't eat Wendy's before a surgery" lesson. I will leave that one to the imagination.