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:
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:
- Ouch!
- Sh!t!
- Oh, great, now I'm going to get a black eye and everyone will assume I'm a battered woman.
- 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.
:)
Date: 2007-08-21 04:37 am (UTC)By the by, my son has excellent taste and really likes the man in black. I'm not sure Cocaine and Whiskey is really optimal for his age group but he likes it.
Re: :)
Date: 2007-08-21 04:44 am (UTC)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....
Battered
Date: 2007-08-22 04:12 am (UTC)