Okay, I lied

May 9, 2007 at 11:18 pm (dain brammage)

Well, not completely. I don’t mentally edit e-mails, but if your craigslist post looks like THIS:

figerator needs repair , imagin your self in the most cofetable rv in the world built to last with aluminum shell high quality new tires , this is steal for this price its a 1980 traver trailer that has beutiful wood design, if u come to look im scared you will fall in love, if a fix me up but at a resonable price pics tell all

…… need I say more?

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Accident waiting for a place to happen

August 22, 2006 at 3:44 pm (dain brammage)

Well, I did it again. I ran over my OWN toe with my rolling desk chair. I think my toenail is going to fall off. At least I didn’t swear in front of the kids … just managed a muffled, “mmmmmaaaagggghhh!”

Yep, that’s right. Not only did I run over my toe with my own chair, it’s not the first time I’ve done it. Don’t ask me how, I don’t know.

I think the main reason that I have problems like this is that a lot of times when I’m doing something physically, I am not paying attention to what I’m currently doing, I’m already looking at what I’m doing next. Someone once told me that it’s a sign of ADD … don’t know if that’s true or not.

I guess I need to slow down and focus.

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Ow.

July 27, 2006 at 12:17 am (dain brammage)

I knew when I input this category, it would be used sooner than later. I am one of the all-time-greats of klutzery. When I was growing up, my mother always told me I was an accident looking for a place to happen. I haven’t changed much since then, and now my husband is the one teasing me about my clumsiness.

So, I was in the grocery store night before last and I was carrying a hand basket. It contained a 12-pack of diet Black Cherry Vanilla Coke (go get one, they’re good) and a box of dish detergent. So, the basket was pretty heavy, and I kept switching it from hand to hand.

Somehow, when I tried to pass the basket from one hand to the other, I slipped. I guess my right hand didn’t know what the left hand was doing. Anyway, the heavy basket fell on my flip-flop-shodden foot with a thud. I resisted the urge to scream, paid for my groceries and limped out.

Another day in the life.

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