Thursday, July 21, 2011

Band-Aid anyone??

I'm really talented

It's true, I am

I always trip over imaginary things, make walls move so that I bump into them

I swear I could cut myself on the safest thing imaginable

Pillow? Blanket? Balloon?

Take your pick

They would probably make me bleed so bad I would start hemorrhaging

I have a scar on my finger from when I sliced it with the lid of a tuna can

(I would share a picture, but I'm currently without internet connection)

I have another scar on my lip from when I somehow crashed my bike (on one of those imaginary gremlins) and slammed my lip into my handlebar

I have another scar (kinda looks like a crater) from when I was walking the the stairs and tripped on my third foot and rammed my leg into the gold plated trimming we had lining the top of the stairs

Stairs, it turns out, are more dangerous than mountain climbing


I should probably stop there...my scars could go on for pages

The point of this is this



The other day Boyfriend and I were watching one of the Harry Potter movies to prepare ourselves for the grand finale (which, was amazing) and while we were watching it we were making a red sauce for dinner on Sunday. I was in charge of cutting the veggies up, and I had just bought a new slicer which I was stoked to use...

I bet you can see where this is going

I had my head turned watching HP for like two seconds and during those two seconds...I caused a whole lot of pain for myself

*sigh*

The story of my life...

In other news, I participated in a guest post where I pretended to be a squirrel over here

Go ahead and check it out if you would like

I shall return soon...I have many scintillating stories to share

Until then, I must go find a hose to slice my hand with.... 

7 comments:

Laura Darling said...

Ahhh that gives me shivers!! When we were on vacation last week...I was doing the dishes and I put my hand in the drain to get some noodles out of it since there was no garbage disposal, and there must have been glass in it because I SLICED my thumb. I am as squeamish as they come, and so are my dad and sister. Luckily my mom was there to bandage me up while the rest of us tried not to look!!!

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

I understand. I'm similarly talented. Where shall I send the bandaid to? (I always have a stash.)
xoRobyn

Dazee Dreamer said...

oh wow. you poor thing. that latest cut looks sore. I swear, I must have given you up at birth, because you are too much like me.

TheBlogWriter8 said...

I'm with Robyn. Ouch.

Julie said...

OUCH!!, you must be my sister. This week I have managed to get my shoe laces stuck on the tines of a hay rake and fall down and cut my leg and inbed rocks in my knee and last night slip on the ladder getting on the raft on the lake and now have a hand size bruise on my thigh.
You take care of yourself and be careful.
Take care and God Bless!!

Julie said...

Oh that didn't include slicing my other leg on a cup holder on a lawn chair and ramming my knee in the picnic table. My legs have gone through a war this week.
Had to share, at least I know I'm not alone.
Take care my dear. Blessings!

Pat Tillett said...

I feel your pain! I've had so many darn stiches and broken bones, that you wouldn't believe it.
My wife says it because I'm turbo, I say it's because things are too sharp and too hard.