I worked on one of the closets. Mistake. Found some of my Mother’s love letters and had to go thru baby clothes. After having a crying fit for awhile I moved boxes around in the closet. Cleaned some stuff out to be trashed and managed to slam my kneecap into the edge of the closet door. I saw stars and nearly puked it hurt so much. Managed to get everything else shoved back into the closet and gave up for the night.
For dinner I had a pity party carb fest. Homemade macaroni & cheese, a slice of homemade bread with butter, and a buttermilk brownie I’d made them the day before. The bread was a bit dense. When I was making it yesterday I managed to accidently hit the bread pan on the counter after it had gone thru it’s final rising. All the air went flying out of it. lol It was good but dense.
I also cut myself yesterday and had two episodes with splinters. Richard ordered me to stay away from the closets until he’s home. I’ve managed to hurt myself in some way every time I’ve attempted cleaning out closets.
I think he’s right.
I think I’ll wrap my knee, park my ass on the couch, and watch the idiot box today.
April 24th, 2006 at 6:16 pm
.. ouch…. I never knew working in the house could be so dangerous…