My fridge is pretty sad these days. But on the flip side there are usually clean dishes in the dishwasher.

Oops, Noah. I'd say that'd larn 'im, but it larns none of us. It's only because I can hear my mother nagging that I turn around and close mine.

Noah's not so big on the learning that requires self-regulation. I'm including door closing in that.

Noah's pediatrician's office called a few minutes ago but we can't call back because the office is closed. Nor did they leave a message. But he hasn't been into their office since last March (knock on wood) so I can't figure out why they are calling.

Also, I'm re-reading Hope in the Unseen. What a great book.

As you are lunging forward to catch the can you knocked off the shelf, full hit right into the corner of the door at 90° to its cabinet...yeah, that's a lot of force into an immobile object. It won't be a full on black eye, but it got puffy enough fast that I figure the blood will pool in my eyelid. Not the first time, either. Well, first time of this scenario. I have clocked myself on a doorknob while cleaning. I'm special. I have a permabruise from how I haul myself from the pool. At least this one? I'll only put eyeshadow on the other eye and it'll look normal!

FTR I am in a bar drinking a scotch and an overlarge shot of Jager RIGHT NOW! AIFG!!!

Our freezer door swung open and caught me right in the temple once. Had a gorgeous shiner for a couple weeks. It felt very I Love Lucy-esque.

I love this picture of us because it's the only one of all four of us taken NOT in a facility of some sort: [link]

Jagermeister! That's the evil stuff! I think there's some in my freezer because of a former friend. Or maybe I tossed it in a fit of pique.

I tend to only hit fixtures when I'm collapsing onto them. No horizontal impact.

I run into things. It's a theme.

I love how the kids look so strung out on LIGHTS!EVERYWHERE! Such boos.

I put a jigger of rum in my spiced cider, AIFG!

ooh, I could totally do that.