I exchanged the curtains in my living room. When I was hanging up the new ones, I was standing on a chair. I leaned over, too far it turned out, to straighten them and I lost my balance.
The good news is there was a lamp there to keep me from falling all the way to the floor.
The bad news is that the lamp has a sharp (really sharp I now know) finial on the top.
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| It's a little hard to see the lamp because it is actually sunny today which is fabulous except it always makes (my otherwise spotlessly clean) windows look dirty. |
In my ungraceful near catastrophe, I twisted my back and it hurt.
Old age. (You can't even fall off a chair any more without hurting yourself.)
Then Braeden was telling me about a friend of his. He told me the boy she likes. "Really?" I asked, "Him?"
He said, "Well she doesn't like him as a person, she just likes him."
There are worse things than feeling old.
Being a teenager, for one.
1 comment:
That's hilarious! Wait. I don't mean it's hilarious that you fell off a chair and got injured and all. It's hilarious that she doesn't like him as a person. Maybe she likes him as an appetizer.
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