Stranger Than Fiction #45768
Labels: home life
Monday, June 02, 2008
I punched myself on the cheekbone yesterday. Just below my right eye.
And I can assure you, thanks to years of Taebo, I do not punch like a girl.
Ouch!
Double ouch when I saw the the slight bruising this morning. Thank the make-up gods for MAC and Yves St. Laurent concealers!
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I was trying to remove the plastic ring tab holder thingamajig from a new bottle of apple juice. Instead of cutting it with a pair of kitchen scissors like I normally do, I decided, out of laziness, to use brute force instead.
Well, I was a teensy weensy too brutal and the force sent my fist flying right into my face.
I howled. I cursed.
This naturally piqued the interest of an eight year old boy splayed out on the couch watching TV. Mothers do not use swear words.
Sonny-boy: What's wrong, mummy?
Me: Oww....! I punched myself in the face by accident, bloody hell! *and a few choice words*... tried to remove this damn plastic ring *more choice words*
Sonny-boy, looking confused but concerned: Is it painful?
Me: Yes!!!
Sonny-boy: Are you going to die?
Me: No!!!
Sonny-boy: Okay. Bye!
And off he runs, back to the telly.
Apparently, Jamie and Adam attempting to blow up a shack with a water heater is more compelling than an injured mum.
Nine months in the belly and all for nought.
Bah!
The Dutchess of Cookalot whipped this up at 9:07 pm
chicchicbaby: I will go apply some tonight. It's still sore but the bruise is not as severe as yesterday.
