So far this week, I have run into the couch and scraped my hand enough to bleed. Jenni says it's because I accidentally stole a plant waterer thingy from Wal-Mart. I didn't mean to take it. It was hiding in the top portion of my buggy covered by my overly large purse and lunch bag(I didn't want my lunch to go bad sitting in the HOT car)
Now, I have gained so much weight, my wedding rings are tight on my fingers. When I try to take them off, they cut my finger, so that's a plus. I am really excited about the weight and the cut fingers.
I also rammed my finger into the car this morning and thought I broke it. I almost started to cry, but I really didn't have time for all that... so I sucked it up and got over it. It still hurts though.
Then, I tripped the other day and stubbed my toe while at work. It's a common occurrence to hear me say, "I can't walk." It's also a true statement I have decided.
Last but not least, my toe is healing from where I dropped this toilet paper holder on it. I did cry about this. It was bleeding all over the place. I seriously thought I cut my tendon. I still have a scab on it. Neosporin is coming in handy.
So, in about 7 days, I have managed to almost kill myself several times. Who knows what the rest of the week brings... but I say "BRING IT."