"We can't stay out of trouble; we're in a den of evil!"
'Star Trek: The Experience' To Close. This makes me sad. My dream of going to Vegas for our tenth anniversary and renewing our wedding vows with a Klingon Elvis impersonator are dashed forever. (the dwinn, no doubt, is thinking "Thank god...")
I had my first idiotic gardening accident of the year tonight. Nothing compared to the great bush incident of '05, but that one didn't really hurt anything but my pride. No, tonight I went out to put a lid on one of the containers we use for brush and the like, and as I am wont to do, got distracted by breaking down a few more of the big branches we have piled up. Which would have been fine had it not been right at dusk, and peak mosquito time. So I've got a big branch in one hand, clippers in the other, and something big bites my shoulder. Hard.
I wisely do not slap at myself with the hand holding the clippers, nor do I drop them. Nor do I smack myself with the branch. Instead, I drop the branch. Which lands, thick pointy end first, right on the top of my foot. My flip-flop clad foot, seeing as I was only going out to put a lid on a can.
I felt the impact right down to my toes. Literally. While I only have a little scrape and the beginnings of a nice, my toes still feel a little tingly and twitchy, and it's not fun having much weight on the ball of my foot. Ow.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go steal the bubblewrap back from nandamai.
I had my first idiotic gardening accident of the year tonight. Nothing compared to the great bush incident of '05, but that one didn't really hurt anything but my pride. No, tonight I went out to put a lid on one of the containers we use for brush and the like, and as I am wont to do, got distracted by breaking down a few more of the big branches we have piled up. Which would have been fine had it not been right at dusk, and peak mosquito time. So I've got a big branch in one hand, clippers in the other, and something big bites my shoulder. Hard.
I wisely do not slap at myself with the hand holding the clippers, nor do I drop them. Nor do I smack myself with the branch. Instead, I drop the branch. Which lands, thick pointy end first, right on the top of my foot. My flip-flop clad foot, seeing as I was only going out to put a lid on a can.
I felt the impact right down to my toes. Literally. While I only have a little scrape and the beginnings of a nice, my toes still feel a little tingly and twitchy, and it's not fun having much weight on the ball of my foot. Ow.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go steal the bubblewrap back from nandamai.