Friday, August 8, 2008
I seem to be accident prone, a trait shared by my dad.
In this instance, a foolish tumble off a wall.
As in, see Jen want to shut the dumpster lids that are perpetually and infuriatingly left open at all times by the catering facility on the other side of her patio fence. See Jen step from the patio chair, spring up the patio wall and stand there with a broom to shut said lids. See Jen steady herself by grabbing onto a fence plank. See fence plank come out of fence wall like a stripped screw. See Jen propel backwards off wall, fall sideways straight down onto patio chair, then concrete. See heavy pottery pot fall on top of Jen and smash into many pieces. See Jen lay on concrete, stunned, gasping for air after smashing not only pottery, chair and cactus (yes, cactus..) but several ribs on left side as well. See Jen a big mess with large bruises, egg size lumps, scrapes and cuts all over.
I hope the weekend improves from here. The patio is still a mess, but the F**king lids are shut.