Anyone want to hear again how I got eight stitches in my palm from a defective wine bottle?
Yes!
I have a big scar on my left hand at the base of my thumb, from when a friend and I (both age 10) broke a glass 7-up bottle opening it, then proceeded to fight over who got to pour. We decided to settle it by seeing whose hand was on top as we worked our way up the bottle (picture what you would do with a baseball bat to see who would go first).
I won, and then waited until my mother came home to mention it to anyone.
Oooooo! Are we telling fun injury stories? Have I ever told the one about how I got my fingers stuck (backwards) in a hand mixer? That's a fun one!
I've been shopping. Whoo Boy, have I been shopping! There are FABULOUS Memorial Day sales. I got skirts and shirts for like $3 and $6! It was amazing. Work clothes, here I come!
Let's not forget that Cindy managed to RUN HERSELF OVER with a van (I think -- maybe just a car, but still, a large vehicle).
And Erin stabbed herself in the ass with a knife (that had been used to slice lemons), by -- IIRC -- sitting on the knife.
I gave myself a 9 centimeter skull facture by running across the street...
I scratched my cornea reading the newspaper in bed once.
I somehow just managed to burn my boobs by dropping a hot piece of teryaki steak down my shirt.
lucky teryaki steak
My sister once sat on a cereal bowl she'd left on her bed. She still has a big crescent shaped scar on her ass.
Let's not forget that Cindy managed to RUN HERSELF OVER with a van (I think -- maybe just a car, but still, a large vehicle).
Mini-van, but point taken. It's not like I didn't see it or anything. But the glorious bit for the fly on the wall, must have been the sight of my quite pregnant self jumping up into the moving vehicle, belly first, and then righting myself, so that I could stop the car.
I concussed myself washing my face once.
Did you do it with your pinky finger, ita?
My pinky should have
saved
me, but it did not.
