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May 09, 2006

I can Trick a function for 150 people and have nary an issue.


Well, this time.


The Trick was smooth. Perfect, even. No picky guests, no screaming children, no weird people sticking their finger where it doesn't belong.

Just - smooth.


And then the very next morning while picking up a few last minute items for a Picnic Trick things all went awry. I was loading a 24-pack of Coke into The Van when the box crumpled and 24 cans went rolling out the end. They rolled all under the van and the surrounding cars.


They just - scattered. Like bowling pins on league night.


Fortunately the momentum kept them rolling and only one can was unreachable. My breaking point, however, was totally reachable.

And then much later that night on a trip to Lowe's for a new light fixture, I made the mistake of picking up a box where upon said light fixture slipped out of the end and on to my toe. Which then started to bleed. Which then brought on an intense pain so deep that instead of saying bad words, I just kept sucking in air.

I often joke that I have a target on my head. And I joke about it because it's easier than facing the reality that I really truly do.

Posted by Foodwhore at May 9, 2006 11:18 PM

Ouch!

Posted by: Mindy at May 10, 2006 01:29 AM

I think perhaps said target is on your toes. You seem to damage your tootsies more than your noggin.

I'm right there with ya.

Posted by: AuntJone at May 10, 2006 05:53 AM

I joke that I take a catostrophic fall about once a year. I joke about it because otherwise I would have to cry big fat tears of self pity.

The last one was a swan dive down our wooden staircase that resulted in a bruise on my butt the size of my hand and the color of blueberries.

Anyhoo, this year's fall took place a few weeks ago. I was walking along, enjoying the beautiful spring weather (I'm in Minnesota) and feeling pretty good about life, when I hit a low spot in the pavement and took probably the most ungainly and exaggerated spill possible for the circumstances. Three hours and a few hundred bucks later, I was given a pair of crutches and told that I had a bad sprain. My only consolation is that I'm impervious for the rest of the year. ;)

I feel for ya, Food Whore.

Posted by: Chillygirl at May 10, 2006 06:01 AM

Yikes don't they make steel toed sandles??? cause ia need a pair!!!!!

Posted by: Jen at May 10, 2006 01:23 PM

Gosh... sometimes it's like reading about myself sometimes.

Posted by: Nerissa at May 10, 2006 09:13 PM
 
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