On the second date (but first real date) I had with my husband, I had a fresh laceration on my head. In my right eyebrow. Pretty good gash, but I didn't get it sutured. It healed well, but I do have a scar. Yeah, we had dinner with two friends and I had an ice pack on my freshly cut (but somehow not blackened and thus managing to keep my number of black eyes still on one hand, where it has held at five for decades) eye. ;)
I, um, ran into a car. That wasn't usually parked on that side of the garage door. True story.
It was a sharp corner on Jazzmine, my 1973 Dodge Dart - it wasn't just a car, it was an adventure, you know.
And I was...wait for it...jumping when it happened. Shocker. I used to jump the laser beam in the garage all the time. Hit the door button, then go under the door and over the laser beam. Did it all the time (didn't have an opener button thingy, so did it as I was leaving the house). This time? I'd parked where I usually didn't. SMACK!
I remember kneeling down and clapping my hand to my eye. My sister and my mom were in the other car waiting on me to shut the door. We were going somewhere or another.
My sister got out to see if I was okay. I said something like, "I'm fine. It's not cut." Then I took my hand away from my head, looked at it,m saw the palm full of blood, and said, "Oh. Yes, it is."
My mom isn't good with blood, so my sister and I, who very much are, went and cleaned it up and then we went wherever we were going and then I had dinner later that night.
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I, um, ran into a car. That wasn't usually parked on that side of the garage door. True story.
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It was a sharp corner on Jazzmine, my 1973 Dodge Dart - it wasn't just a car, it was an adventure, you know.
And I was...wait for it...jumping when it happened. Shocker. I used to jump the laser beam in the garage all the time. Hit the door button, then go under the door and over the laser beam. Did it all the time (didn't have an opener button thingy, so did it as I was leaving the house). This time? I'd parked where I usually didn't. SMACK!
I remember kneeling down and clapping my hand to my eye. My sister and my mom were in the other car waiting on me to shut the door. We were going somewhere or another.
My sister got out to see if I was okay. I said something like, "I'm fine. It's not cut." Then I took my hand away from my head, looked at it,m saw the palm full of blood, and said, "Oh. Yes, it is."
My mom isn't good with blood, so my sister and I, who very much are, went and cleaned it up and then we went wherever we were going and then I had dinner later that night.
All in a life in the day of a wabbit. *eyeroll*