life: klutz is my middle name
it's true I used to be a terrible klutz, back when I was young and my feet grew too far away from my eyeballs, but eventually I grew out it... lately, though, I have rediscovered my klutzhood. I've been tripping over things and dropping things. I assume it has something to do with my brain shenanigans.
today, though, I almost pulled an epic fail carrying my laundry down the stairs. I only just managed to catch myself with the back of my free hand against the stucco wall. which turned out well for me not breaking my head/limbs on the metal fire stairs, but not so well for the back of my hand/knuckles. I look like I've been in a fist fight.
I'm looking forward to going into work tomorrow and being all arch and mysterious when people ask me WTF?
:D
in other news, my bro and I got through Pops 2-yr memorial and my brother's birthday with gloom and cheer in a fine mix. I bought him a Suzie Cake, German Chocolate, Pops' favorite. it's just kind of weird how the more time passes, the more we miss the old codger. he would have been over the moon about the World Series. It was so bittersweet because the last time we had the NLCS on the radio while Pops was dying, and he didn't live to hear the Giants win that time, either.
anyway. sorry, morbid thoughts for a morbid girl.
today, though, I almost pulled an epic fail carrying my laundry down the stairs. I only just managed to catch myself with the back of my free hand against the stucco wall. which turned out well for me not breaking my head/limbs on the metal fire stairs, but not so well for the back of my hand/knuckles. I look like I've been in a fist fight.
I'm looking forward to going into work tomorrow and being all arch and mysterious when people ask me WTF?
:D
in other news, my bro and I got through Pops 2-yr memorial and my brother's birthday with gloom and cheer in a fine mix. I bought him a Suzie Cake, German Chocolate, Pops' favorite. it's just kind of weird how the more time passes, the more we miss the old codger. he would have been over the moon about the World Series. It was so bittersweet because the last time we had the NLCS on the radio while Pops was dying, and he didn't live to hear the Giants win that time, either.
anyway. sorry, morbid thoughts for a morbid girl.