Have A Nice Trip, See You Next Fall
You would think after more than 48-years on this earth I would learn a few things…
Trying to save myself a trip upstairs Wednesday morning, I decided to balance a laundry basket full of folded clothes in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. At the top of the stairs, I missed a step (tripping on my robe), spilling the coffee all over the wall while simultaneously knocking my forehead on the railing. I carved about five layers of skin off a spot on my noggin. Like caulking a bathtub, I filled in the dent with makeup for the news.
(I tried to insert picture here of the bobo but this blog template must be rusty and not cooperating.)
Really? I couldn’t take 25 seconds to make two trips?! Juuuuust had to have my coffee with me right that second.
Do you care to share any “lapse of judgement” stories that would make me feel as if I have company?