Well, as you can see I have either a penchant for green band aids or I cut myself. It is the latter. This morning after a delicious morning spent reading in bed I made my commute to my office upstairs. The phone rang downstairs and although I know no one ever calls that is important on that phone I ran down anyway.
The last step had a big oscillating fan on it trying to push the air conditioning upstairs and not wanting to get tangled up in that I tried to skip the last two stairs, my foot got caught on the crappy trim and down I went. A nice slice to my shin and a hefty bruise is on the way.
Then I ran around the house looking for band aids, yelling for my daughter who was tanning outside while listening to her iPod and missed the entire thing. The only washcloth I could find was a huge hand towel that had earlier been died pink in the wash from my attempt to wash too many things at once.
Needless to say I am fine, bruised and a bit bloody, but fine. Goodness, you would think these things ended when we were six!
The last step had a big oscillating fan on it trying to push the air conditioning upstairs and not wanting to get tangled up in that I tried to skip the last two stairs, my foot got caught on the crappy trim and down I went. A nice slice to my shin and a hefty bruise is on the way.
Then I ran around the house looking for band aids, yelling for my daughter who was tanning outside while listening to her iPod and missed the entire thing. The only washcloth I could find was a huge hand towel that had earlier been died pink in the wash from my attempt to wash too many things at once.
Needless to say I am fine, bruised and a bit bloody, but fine. Goodness, you would think these things ended when we were six!
