Ow, my spleen
Apr. 1st, 2008 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyFirst things first: I found my memory cards. All I had to do was grovel and ask the cat, and then go back and tear apart the table where I was pretty sure I'd left 'em. I did. It's amazing how often you find things after asking the cat. She's got a pretty good success rate.
Yesterday damn near killed me. However, when trying to tell someone else this, all they did was invite themselves over to bring me pie I don't eat. I'm not really a pie sort of girl. Apple pie would be so much better without those pesky chunks of apple. I don't like cherries, or blueberries, or most of the pie fillings in the world, so really, pie is not my thing. Pumpkin pie? No. I like Mom's pumpkin pie because it's light, fluffy, and so laced with alcohol that really, it's the best stuff ever. But it doesn't taste like pumpkin pie. At all. It took me YEARS before I realized that actual pumpkin pie did not taste like Mumsy's.
So, where was I? Oh yes, I nearly died. I was reading my book yesterday on my way downstairs, something I do fairly often on the back set of stairs, and I didn't realize the dog had run away with someone's fruit cup container, so naturally I stepped on it. And my foot slid out from under me, and down I went down most of the flight of stairs. My pride, injured. My elbow has a lovely rug burn/hole/site of obscene amounts of pain. The parents were concerned, but as I hobble down the stairs, still assessing the damage, Dad requests a drink. Which he was infinitely closer to anyway. Then he asks if I'll let the dog out. Which I do. And as I walk back in, the other dog fucking flies towards my knee. Time actually slowed down as she zig-zagged through the living room, and made the obvious choice to head straight for me. Mid-flight she connects with my right knee and I scream and fall, cuz that dog is NOT a small dog, k?
And then Dad asks for another glass of milk. Dog. Connects. With. Knee. Crippled!
Bah.
Shower has made me less cranky in some ways, but unleashed the pain above my left elbow. Trade off?
Yesterday damn near killed me. However, when trying to tell someone else this, all they did was invite themselves over to bring me pie I don't eat. I'm not really a pie sort of girl. Apple pie would be so much better without those pesky chunks of apple. I don't like cherries, or blueberries, or most of the pie fillings in the world, so really, pie is not my thing. Pumpkin pie? No. I like Mom's pumpkin pie because it's light, fluffy, and so laced with alcohol that really, it's the best stuff ever. But it doesn't taste like pumpkin pie. At all. It took me YEARS before I realized that actual pumpkin pie did not taste like Mumsy's.
So, where was I? Oh yes, I nearly died. I was reading my book yesterday on my way downstairs, something I do fairly often on the back set of stairs, and I didn't realize the dog had run away with someone's fruit cup container, so naturally I stepped on it. And my foot slid out from under me, and down I went down most of the flight of stairs. My pride, injured. My elbow has a lovely rug burn/hole/site of obscene amounts of pain. The parents were concerned, but as I hobble down the stairs, still assessing the damage, Dad requests a drink. Which he was infinitely closer to anyway. Then he asks if I'll let the dog out. Which I do. And as I walk back in, the other dog fucking flies towards my knee. Time actually slowed down as she zig-zagged through the living room, and made the obvious choice to head straight for me. Mid-flight she connects with my right knee and I scream and fall, cuz that dog is NOT a small dog, k?
And then Dad asks for another glass of milk. Dog. Connects. With. Knee. Crippled!
Bah.
Shower has made me less cranky in some ways, but unleashed the pain above my left elbow. Trade off?
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