Mrs. T
After falling out of the shower and bashing my head on the toilet, I realized that the shower is, in fact, NOT the best place to try and learn the "Running Man" dance.
After falling out of the shower and bashing my head on the toilet, I realized that the shower is, in fact, NOT the best place to try and learn the "Running Man" dance.
I felt pretty bad when my husband staggered into the kitchen from the den with a profusely bleeding cut in his forehead, collapsed on the floor and told me "I knew you wouldn't want me to bleed on the carpet."
Nothing is more embarassing than having to tell the doctors that the stab to my eye that was causing me to get the stitches in my eyelid was all because my sister was trying to write 'loser' on my forehead.
It was only when the blood started running down my arms that I suddenly realised that changing the lightbulb while drunk might not have been such a good idea.
I blacked out and woke up in a bigger hospital one hundred miles away from the first when the neurosurgeon flicked my big toe.
Let us hope that the man I saw swerve into a big rig survives to read this sentence.
As I sat in the stranger's van, clutching my knee, the only thing I managed to say was, "I am SO sorry for bleeding on you seat, ma'am."
Just after he hit the road with his face, he thought, "Now I have an excuse for missing class."
I blew out my knee making love to my fiance a week before I had to go to the recruiters office.
When I wrenched my back unpacking the massage table, her anniversary gift suddenly became "ours."
The manager gave me a free pass to come back, but after 14 stitches I decided that ice skating wasn't for me.
As soon as he said "Be careful," I fell down the stairs, breaking both the typewriter and my finger.
I swung the axe convinced I could show my dad a thing or two about cutting wood, but the lesson I learned that day was taught by my toe.
Just one thing: never let a drunk man try to open a can of lager with a knife.
After severly hurting my foot, losing my job, being evicted from our home without cause, nursing my 3 year old through strep, picking my fiance and his totaled car up at the hospital, and going into debt, I wondered, "what else can happen in one month?"