The Boy thought this was hilarious. I don't get it. Who would want to break the spine on a book? That is so wrong!
Okay, I lied. I do get it. But, I fail to see that it is funny. Okay, it's a little bit funny.
It has alternated being rainy and sunny here. I'm hoping that that is not the pattern for the rest of the winter. I've become the biggest wuss since living in Arizona for 3 winters. I like the sunshine and warm for the whole winter. Not just a day or two at a time. I know that those of you in the northern climes will not sympathize with me but tough. I spent forty + years in the Pacific Northwest. I don't do rain and 40 degrees anymore.
The verdict is in. I am a spaz.
Case in point: if there is a sharp surface on anything I will find a way to cut myself on it.
Paper: Yeah, whatever.
Scissors: Yep, I'm all over that one.
Saws: What did you expect. Of course.
Foil on the wine bottle: Give me a break. Twice a week occurrence.
Foil gum wrapper: (shaking my head sadly) I even cut my finger on these. And, I regret to say more than once.
So, that clinches it; I am totally spazolicious.
Here are a couple of old house on Meeting Street in Charleston, South Carolina. They are for sale. You can't really tell from the pictures that they are in a sad state of disrepair. Peeling paint, rotting piazzas, crumbling gardens. It is pitiful.
Anyone or six of you want to go in on one?
Because I truly can't afford that.
That's it for me. And, I didn't even injure myself. Go figure. Want more randomness? There's enough to go around, honest. Head over to Keely's place. It's where all the cool kids are. And, then there's me. The one with all the bandages on her fingers.