Bang!

[tesla]

I've spent most of my free minutes over the last week getting my house clean, and I love the results. I love the smell. I love being able to run across the wood floor in my socks and slide a full ten feet before coming to a halt.

So it should have come as no surprise to me on Friday morning when I rounded a corner and couldn't stop until I banged my face into the woodwork.

My thoughts went, roughly, thus:

1. Ouch!


2. Sh!t!


3. Oh, great, now I'm going to get a black eye and everyone will assume I'm a battered woman.


4. I should put some ice on this.


So I iced it, and for the record, I didn't get a black eye, just a little bruise underneath my eyebrow. It looks as though I made an ill-advised choice of eye shadow, used it on my left eye, then came to my senses before doing my right.

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[tesla-aldrich.livejournal.com]

But it's such an OLD rule, I figured the statute of limitations had run out (or something like that).

If it'll get you to come back, I can stand a few more bruises. :)

Glad to hear the buttonfish is asserting his musical preferences early. While whiskey has long been used to relieve toothaches, I seem to recall that parents used to rub cocaine on teething babies' gums, n'est pas? I don't recommend this, of course; but perhaps N. has some kind of racial memory for American Roots music and customs....