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.
It's no dark and stormy, but it'll have to do.