cooking spray in my eye.

Things like this seem to be recurring events in my life. Read here for a simple reminder.


Tonight in bread making I was trying to put the lid back on the bottle of pam cooking spray. And you know what? Those lids are gosh dang hard to put on. I was using all the force my upper body could produce, when I slipped and somehow managed to hit the sprayer, where it shot up into my eye. This caused a chain reaction of smacking my forehead on the cupboard, which reopened a nice little scab on my forehead. So I had a burning eye, a contact that was shriveling up, and blood on my forehead. Not to mention half the class was gawking at me.


Twas splendid.


Scott's reaction when I told him: "You are the epitome of elegance and poise." 


He definitely loves me.

urafool.

I've never been much of a prankster. So naturally I tend to try and avoid this day all together. I pulled no pranks, and had none pulled on me. Instead I decided to share a story with ya'll.


Where: math.
When: senior year.
Who: Arbbey Hafen and myself.


Just like every morning that entire year, I would ask Abbey what the date was.


Me: What's the date today?
Abbey: February first.
Me: Oh my gosh!! It's April fool's day!
Abbey: ...






Yep.