As I was shaving my legs this morning I managed to nick the tender area of my inner ankle bone on not just one leg, but both. Not gonna lie, I cursed. One of the cuts bled on the rug as I limped over to the cabinet for a bandage. I cursed again.
As I straightened up from cleaning the spot of blood on the rug, I conked my head on the cabinet door that I’d carelessly left open after getting the bandage. Now I have a bump on my noggin. I was laughing too hard to curse this time. Given the law of averages I’d have to say I’m safe for the remainder of the day, perhaps even the rest of the week, but I’m not taking any chances. If you need me, I’ll be in bed.
Here’s one of the funniest klutzy scenes of all time. Enjoy!
Praying for Eyebrowz 