Yesterday I dropped a full, brand new bottle of sugar free almond roca syrup on my foot. Not one of those little bottles you put in gift baskets, a 5th of Vodka size bottle. Yep, it hurt.
Worse, it shattered and all my lovely syrup flowed right down the driveway. As I pulled the glass out of my foot I sliced my thumb to the bone.
The only taste of the syrup I got was a lick off my finger-but it was darn good syrup.
Today I was trying to decide between one pair of shoes vs. another and ended up buying the ones I bled all over when the cut reopened. I need to invest in some bandaids.
8 comments:
OUCH! OUCH! OUCH AGAIN!!!!
... King Jack
Ouch is right, and yucko
jeez louise--take care of yourself.
I think the new shoes should be steel-toed boots :D
Owee.
I'm just having a run of household accidents. Cut my other hand on a can of catfood. Come on universe, just paint a sign on my wall if there is something you want to say....LOL.
omg it seems to me you need a helper/mate/friend/partner to come and live with you to keep you from harm....no forget that, they're no use at all!
stop all normal activity and lie in the sun, swim in a lake, read by a tree, write on the couch, play with a friend, eat what pleases you, and otherwise suspend chores and responsibility.
please debra kay!
sincerely,
universe
ouch...
hope your are better now...
are you angry with some minor things? this maybe the cause as Hay says...
for me it's true... these household accidents!
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