There are many reasons not to like housework — too numerous to list. But I think I have come up with a new one. Last evening as I was emptying the dishwasher, I put a coffee cup in the left side of the cupboard, which pushed another cup out of the right side of the cupboard: a very heavy, white porcelain mug. It hit the counter and broke, and then proceeded to the floor. A large chunk of it hit me above my heel, right at the location of the Achilles Tendon. It bled like crazy and hurt like hell. The gash is the shape of an inverted “V” with each leg ~1 inch long. I could see white behind the flap of skin and presumed that the shard was still embedded in my ankle. No. It was my tendon (when I heard that I about passed out!!). They stitched me up, but I am in pain and limping.
We have put off our little cookout until tomorrow. And no, Jena (youngest daughter), I did not do this to ruin your life. Though, as we all know, everything I do is done in order to ruin her life! 😉
PS: I love Sivani’s idea of convalescence yarn!!