Friday, October 19, 2012

10 Year Curse?

Two days before the alumni game at my high school in August, a photo album fell off the closet shelf and hit me in the eye, so I cheered that game with a black eye. Earlier this week, I lost my balance on the treadmill and only stopped myself from going thru a window by slamming my arm into one of the handrests. It is finally painless enough to wear a watch to the Homecoming game tonight.

At this rate, I'm starting to take bets on which limb I'll lose the week of our reunion next summer.

It will probably be a toe the way I keep sticking them up in photographs.



  1. You and I need to hang out and trade "war stories." I tried to play softball and caught the ball with my eye a few months ago. Couple of weeks ago, I fell forward down some stairs. I pretty much am a walking accident. ;o)

  2. I'm always worried I'll have a treadmill accident - I picture myself tripping on my dog (who skulks around constantly) and smacking into the wall directly behind it, face-down on the belt. But so far I've just swung my arms too much, catching the cord of my earbuds and bringing my phone crashing down onto the belt while I jumped around, trying not to step on it. I didn't!