Today I had a freak accident, and there was blood. My blood.
I was sitting on the couch (this part gets freaky, especially if you know me at all well) preparing to WRITE CHRISTMAS CARDS. Uh huh. It’s the third week in October, y’all. You are correct. I am a freak. Every Monday i camp out on the couch, planning to listen to Mike as he hosts a call-in financial show on the radio. So I’m there, waiting for it to start, getting my cards organized. I have a ball point pen in one hand, and am reaching for my address book with the other hand. And then… BAM. A dove slams into the window LOUDLY and scares the crud out of me, and i JAM THE BALL POINT PEN STRAIGHT UP MY RIGHT NOSTRIL. Um. Whaa? Blood gushes, as I have apparently stabbed through that inner septum thing that is supposed to divide one nose hole from the other nose hole. Unless, of course, you stab a small tunnel straight through it. (no not all the way through, but it FELT like it.)
I think the dove was ok. I didn’t see loads of blood dripping from it or anything, unlike me. The irony here is that was a bird of peace, and symbolically represented on the Christmas cards i had purchased and was preparing to write. After that, I put them away and went with the green Christmas tree ones. Bird of peace. Pfft. Bird of gore. (And wreckless flight.)
bonus #1 A cause I love, and hello? ebay! two of my faves! Thanks, HolySIster for the link!
bonus #2 Yea to Joel for sending me this one!