I'm forever dropping things I transfer from one place to another. Like from the microwave to the counter (over-the-counter microwave shelf) top.
Last weekend I was slicing some watermelon and hit the plate with the 10" knife so hard, that it cracked. (one chip went somewhere, still haven't found it- I'll probably do so by stepping on it and cutting my foot ) One less plate to the supply of the mismatched that we use everyday.
I feel thankful that my wife doesn't act like I'm an incorrigible 'klutz'. She just helps me clean the messes up and tells me to go more slowly and try to be more methodically careful.