The "we can fix your windshield in about an hour and we make 24 hour house calls" company can't fix it until Friday. Which means I'm without a car until then because after being home sick for over a week (hence the reason the car hadn't been driven lately), Mr. Tree really needs to be in the office tomorrow.
Surprisingly, I took it all in stride. I don't really have anywhere I want to go, my Mom and stepfather are nearby if we really needed something and between the two boys I'm finding the days pretty busy without trying to run errands before Jake leaves for school at noon.
Then, a few hours later, while trying to navigate my way between Noah's play mat and his bouncy chair, I got my foot caught in the bottom of my yoga pants and fell headfirst into the fireplace mantle. I mean who does that? And how klutzy do you have to be to get your foot caught in the bottom of your yoga pants? Sadly this actually happens to me embarrassingly often. Though usually with less traumatic results.
Ummm, yeah.
2 comments:
Oh my goodness! Sometimes you just have to ask, "huh?" don't you?
The yoga pants - I've done that. Not into the fireplace, but down the stairs, and you know, just walking across the floor. I get nervous when I'm home alone, because who knows how long it will be before I'm found, done in by my pant legs?
Oh it's sad that we share the same fear of serious injury . . . or worse . . . by pant leg.
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