I just took the dogs out in the yard and I walked under the tree with Sparky and wasn't paying attention and whacked my head on the birdfeeder...I saw stars and my heart stopped beating for a few seconds it hurts so much.
When I got in the house I looked in the mirror and opened up my forehead...it is bleeding alot...I put a towel and ice on it...I have a triangle shaped flap of skin opened up...I am alone with nobody to kiss my boo boo and the freaking dogs are not at all sympathetic
Thorne keeps shoving a ball in my lap and Sparky is biting her ankles
I have a big meeting tomorrow and I am going to look like a cyclops...I can't even claim drunkedness
"If I were not a man, I would like to be a bird. As I am a man, I do the next best thing, and ride a bicycle." -- Rev. Maltie, a cyclist in the late 1800s