I do not claim to be the most coordinated person by any means. I mean, my family calls me "Oops" for crying out loud because I can't go a meal without spilling on myself (sad, but oh-so true).

Somehow I'm making it through my adult life without any major fatalities to report thus far.

This past weekend I was reminded of my coordination, or lack thereof, with Iowa's first measurable snowfall of the season. For some reason, my apartment building hasn't found time to salt the walkways so every time I leave my building, I look something like this:

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