It's not easy being green. Ok Kermit, I get it. Being green would be slightly awkward if you weren't a frog. But it's not that hard. You ARE a frog. People expect it from you. I'd like to suggest changing it to "It's not easy being me." Allow me to explain.
Sometimes I am a walking disaster. I seriously cause more physical harm to myself than one person should be allowed. On more than one occasion I have told my mother that I should not be allowed to live by myself because someday I'm going to injure myself and not be able to get anyone to help me. Fortunately for me, there are no cats in this crazy lady's life so I don't have to worry about the cat eating my face before help is able to show up. (I hope the SATC fans out there enjoyed my reference to one of Miranda's neuroses, that let's be honest, has crossed any single girl's mind when contemplating bringing a cat into your life).
Some of the injuries I've cause myself are just ridiculous. Tonight, the first thing? Smacked my head getting into my car...on the car frame. I don't even know how I did that! Somehow I managed to make it home from the store without further injury...until of course I walked into my kitchen. Again, no clue how I even managed to do this, but somehow my foot got caught on one of the cabinet doors and the door plunged into the side of my ankle. Oops...I meant my surgically reconstructed ankle. (Side note on that...Why is your ankle surgically rebuilt, you may ask? Great question! I sprained it getting off of a lawn mower and the tendons never shrunk back. Yes, getting off of a lawn mower. I'm THAT talented.) A couple of weeks ago I managed to slice my knuckle open on the toilet paper dispenser at a restaurant. How I DO this?
Well kids...there's my daily blog for today. We're 25 of 365 days in and I've managed to make it this far everyday. Until tomorrow...
Live. Laugh. Love.