I try so hard.
I just tried to turn on the kitchen light and walked eye-socket first into a corner. I'm sure the bruise that's sure to form will go really well with the hand I bruised last night when I was stumbling around in the dark and ran into my doorknob.
The only reason I was stumbling around in the dark was that the cats had found something to roll across the wood floor at 1:30 am, despite the fact that I'm pretty good about cat-proofing the house before I go to sleep.
Oh, and I must remembered that last night right before I went to bed I was yelling at Steve and walking when I slammed right into an outwardly curving wall that juts into the hallway.
There's really no excuse for this. I'm thinking of just wrapping myself in bubble wrap.
Edit: Right after I wrote this post, I walked into the bedroom, tripped and fell. Luckily, the bed broke my fall.
The only reason I was stumbling around in the dark was that the cats had found something to roll across the wood floor at 1:30 am, despite the fact that I'm pretty good about cat-proofing the house before I go to sleep.
Oh, and I must remembered that last night right before I went to bed I was yelling at Steve and walking when I slammed right into an outwardly curving wall that juts into the hallway.
There's really no excuse for this. I'm thinking of just wrapping myself in bubble wrap.
Edit: Right after I wrote this post, I walked into the bedroom, tripped and fell. Luckily, the bed broke my fall.
posted at 6:16 PM
4 Comments:
Great. Now I have that song from Linkin Park stuck in my head...
Well, that's just great! (end sarcasm)
You have the Butterfield butt...but the Tyler plumbing.
You have third-generation clumsiness (courtesy of your grandfather and your mother).
And you have your brother's kidney.
Despite all of the above...I still think you're an original...
So please stop trying to damage God's beautiful handiwork...!
Love,
Momby
Not so much the Butterfield butt anymore.
Ghetto booty, where have you gone?
Back to the ghetto where you belong!
You know, Steph, when I hear that Ghetto booty rhyme, I am reminded of the turkey dinner with you and your family post-kidney addition. (or subtraction, in relation to the Skipper.)
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