So, Sunday I tripped in high heels and a dress and ate the sidewalk while walking out of church had a little skateboarding accident. Naturally, the first thing I did was look around really quick to make sure no one saw me shook it off and got back on my skateboard. I drove home and found that my first aid kit had been completely raided of anything even vaguely useful got patched up.
An hour later I decided to make bread. I managed to drop one of my steel bread pans on my big toe, which immediately started to turn purple. I yelled out loud, threw things and burst into tears bore this further insult to my body with good humor and then spent a nice afternoon on the couch with Skippy crying my eyes out.