| Sunday, April 02, 2006 |
| Damaging Oneself Is Not the Good for the Ego... or the Flesh |
Have I mentioned I'm a bit of a clutz?
For example, all the watches I've ever owned ended up with very badly dinged faces because, inevitably, I'd smash them against walls, banisters, chairs, etc. None ever cracked but there were plenty of scratches.
On Friday, I bashed the same elbow in the same exact spot 2 minutes apart... both events of which were witnessed by my coworkers.
Tonight, in lugging unexpected booty (swag! swag! not what you were thinking!) discovered by me mum, I smashed my feet and shins, scraped the heck out of my left foot, strained my back, nearly got splinters in my paws, and collected an unholy amount of dust (what, pray tell, would be a holy amount?).
So what was this bounty I near skinned myself alive for?
2 heavy wooden file cabinets (2 drawers each); a large wooden slat larger than my door, used to create a desk when laid on top of the 2 cabinets; and a 2-tier bookshelf.
Definitely worth the pain and skin but, oh, the indignity! Especially as it was past midnight and I had to be careful not to make too much noise moving the heavy things about, as well as refrain from too many grunts of pain.
I'm old, whiny and suffering. To add insult to injury, Daylight Saving is coming, drat it! |
posted by Cheshire Cat @ 4/02/2006 12:48:00 am   |
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Good thing you weren't trying to steal an anvil or that would have been the end of this wonderous Blog...
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PK, I do believe these things were much heavier than an anvil. Okay, maybe not, but I've helped move large metal desks, couches/couch beds, etc, in my greener days. But I never had them land on my poor feet. YOWCH!
Hmm... 'wonderous' -- are you making fun of my blog? ;-) Please continue.
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Oh!, she said, eyes flashing green sparks of envy, WOODEN file cabinets? And a WOODEN desk top, and a little bookcase too?
As she surveyed the area of chaos she called the "study," her gusty sigh sent a past-due bill fluttering from atop a slanted stack, to land across a torn envelope on the floor.
Only slightly envious congratulations on the swag. Sincere condolences on the body damage, and best wishes for fast healing.
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Nope, I am sincere. I like your writing and enjoy your blog.
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Lol, to the flashing green eyes, Suz. Wish I had pretty eyes instead of plain brown. :-) Thanks for the condolences and well wishes. :-D
The people in my building toss out quite a lot of good things, including clothing. Some of the tossed are probably due to moves, but a lot aren't. Which is good news for me, lol.
Unpaid and overdue bills. Oh, boy, do I know what you mean. I hope you can get some time off, soon, to just relax and do what you'd like.
Fuff: Major ouch. I discovered that I not only bunged up my left foot, but a chunk got taken out. Gives new meaning to paying in flesh and blood, eh? :-/
Charlie, I'm sure you're right. But on top of the innate hostility of inanimate objects (ha! they like to pretend, but I know better!), they seem to have a particular animosity toward yours truly. Could be me banging them about, but really, they needn't take it so personally!
Awwww, Phosgene Kid, thank you very much for your kind words. :-D
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Brown eyes are beautiful. Van Morrison didn't write about his blue-eyed girl.
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Good thing you weren't trying to steal an anvil or that would have been the end of this wonderous Blog...