If we've known each other for over five minutes, or if you've ever had a conversation with me, it's pretty likely that you've heard me utter the phrase "I'm the dumbest smart person ever" or something to that effect. In fact, you've probably heard it on a regular basis because, well, I'm the dumbest smart person ever.
What brought this on in blog form, you might ask, given that this is coming from the lady who once managed to cut herself on bread. Why now? Why this day? Well, while vacuuming my room two days ago I somehow managed to wham my outer calf into my bed post and now I'm sporting a super sexy bright blue bruise just in time for vacation. Granted, this probably doesn't seem out of the ordinary...a lot of people smack into their bedposts. However, my bed post is only 4 inches off the floor on a good day. And since I'm taller than 3'9", there's really no physiological reason I should have managed to whack my calf into my midget...er..."little person" bed. Now I just look like I'm dating an abusive Keebler Elf who is six inches tall and views calf abuse as his only way out of his dead end job, nagging mother, alcohol problem, and calf kid he's about to father.
Sigh. (Yes, I just threw a sigh in there for good measure.) I may be bruised, but at least my grammar is flawless.
Friday, July 23, 2010
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