- The expected high today where I live is 43 degrees.
- I am really, really not into hickeys. Don't want to give them, don't want to receive them, never have, for reasons probably both good and less-good. We'll plumb those depths another time.
Now that that's out of the way...
Last night, I was just sitting around, watching Hoarders, maybe a little judgmentally, like everyone who watches Hoarders.
And then, it was time for bed.
So I got up and immediately tripped on a pile of clutter in my own home (because hubris. Or karma. Or both.).
Fortunately, I did not break my laptop, which I was holding at the time.
But I did land both painfully and awkwardly, collarbone first, on the railing to my treadmill.
All of which is to say, thank goodness that it is appropriate to wear this turtleneck (technically, cowlneck), because bruisey:
5 comments:
Having piles of stuff does not make you a hoarder. It depends what the stuff is.
Sure. It does probably make me someone who shouldn't judge hoarders.
(A little research reveals that on a 9-point clutter image rating, I live mostly between a 2 and a 3, which is to say, not bad enough that it is recommended that I get treatment, but bad enough that I like some notice if people are coming over.)
Did your bruise get better? 'Cause you haven't been around here much lately.
I'm sure the two aren't connected, but still. . .
My bruise DID get better, thanks — funny you should ask just as I was working on a new post.
Imagine if I'd been treadmill-hickeyed to death.
Good golly. That would be a horrible way to go. Glad you're back.
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