So this story is like my worst nightmare since it's so Kwana like. I think I may have said here before that in my fashion days one of my nicknames was "Grace" since I'm such a klutz. Constantly tripping over my own feet and getting all sorts of snickers from the more gracefully inclined fashionistas. I can't tell you how many times my DH has chuckled at my stubbing a toe and gotten his head bitten off for it in the middle of the night. "Hey, who moved that bed?!" "Uh, nobody it's been there for years." "Oh, well, shut it!"
Well, when I heard the story about the poor woman who tripped and fell into this Picasso at the Met tearing it my heart just broke for her. There but for the grace of God go me and all that. Read more about it here.