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Here's the deal. I'm whiney.
Here's what happened:
[Don't laugh. Seriously.]
I had a little "accident" in the kitchen last night. I went to turn off the light over the sink, and noticed a cat toy in the floor while the light was still on. So, silly me, I turned off the light THEN bent down to pick up the cat toy. I bent over straight into the rim of the trash can. I hooked my tailbone on the edge of it, emitted a series of foul words, and went to bed hurting and pissy.
It hurts when I sit. It hurts when I stand. It hurts when I walk.
[Okay. Stop laughing. I said stop. Dammit.]
Labels: stories, whining
posted by Jennifer at 5/10/2006 10:32:00 AM
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Anonymous said...
Post a CommentI heard the foul words. They were pretty foul.
5/10/2006 12:54:00 PMcait said...
the word combination of "hooked" and "tailbone" is almost more than i can bare (or bear, whatever). i'm not laughing at you. but only because i'm trying not to vomit.
5/10/2006 07:18:00 PMoh, and the doctor says no sitting, stading, or walking. that should do the trick.
SuperP. said...
"hooked" and "tailbone" got me too!
5/11/2006 11:35:00 AMI do the same dumbass things, from time to time.. I think it's a personality defect of sorts.. dyslexic personality disorder or something.. my whole life seems to go in reverse.
LOL.
Ok.. I stopped.
Brianne K. said...
so... we're confused... your tailbone curves outward somehow?
5/11/2006 02:43:00 PMJennifer said...
Oh, Brianne. Come now. Don't pretend you aren't intimately acquainted with my pointy tailbone.
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