Yesterday I was on fire. While in the produce area of the grocery store I looked for radishes and went up an aisle. After not finding any I said, “well that was another fruitless search.”
Then Erik was looking around the house for something, I picked up a Mr. Goodbar from my computer desk, held it up to him and said “Looking for this?”
In an attempt to retrieve a bag out of the back of my car I opened the door too far and smashed my middle finger between the door and a wooden shelf that sits in my garage. Upon doing so I then let go of the door which had not opened far enough to stay open and subsequently slammed into the side of my head, hurting my ear. It took a full minute before I started to laugh instead of crying.
My Nabaztag, Cleopatra, is acting crazy again. She has stopped giving the time and telling me if I have email. She has not stopped her tai chi, though, which gives me hope!