It was raining pretty hard as I left the grocery store, and I hurriedly tossed the bag of groceries in the front seat of the car. However...the door wasn't open quite as far as I thought it was and BAM, my forehead met the corner of the door.
You should see the knot!
I should have gone back into the store and asked for an ice bag, but I don't live that far from the store, so I decided to come on home. Wouldn't you know--I hit every red light and got behind every turtle on the street. What should have taken me five minutes took 15, and I was bleeding.
I finally stumbled into the house, called a neighbor and asked if she had any ice. And while still on the phone with her, checked my own freezer, and lo and behold -- ICE. I told her nevermind, but she insisted on coming over. Brought an ice pack, not just ice.
My mother-in-law was the original klutz, and my daughter took after her. Genes will tell, y'know. I keep telling her she has a death wish, and she's killing herself by inches.
Look who's talking.
Oops, time for the ice pack again.
Shalom