This afternoon, I stabbed myself in a finger with a cupboard. This is not the silliest thing I have, in my inattention, done to myself recently, since I sliced a finger on a 50 year old (blunt) doorframe on the weekend. Neither is serious, just a small chunk of skin gone - and only the slice interferes with my ability to play bridge. Oh and there's also the scratches I gave myself with my dance bag last night.
Right now, I fear shaving my legs for the dance demo on Friday (6pm, in the mall, come see me in ripped shortshorts :P )
Right now, I fear shaving my legs for the dance demo on Friday (6pm, in the mall, come see me in ripped shortshorts :P )