This is what happened when I went garage-saling yesterday. I usually take only one child out at a time (the rest are confined with snacks, 25-cent toys and a three-year-old singing to entertain them). After 10 minutes of arguing, it was finally determined whose turn it was to escape. I was a bit frustrated by that point and ended up slamming the van door on my shin.
Limping across the road, I noticed #3 was lolly-gagging and I turned to see if he was going to make it or not, not wanting to miss out on any "bargains."
Unfortunately, my knee-eye coordination must also be defective, because just as I told him to hurry up I managed to walk right into the hitch on the back of a minivan.
This is the end result.
But the skirt I got was kind of cute.
2 comments:
ouch! sounds like me - very graceful! ;) just in time for shorts weather, too.
All the better to show off the bruise. I always like to show people just how painful it really was. It's disappointing not to get a bruise that matches the pain!
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