i closed my head in a closet door the other day.
that doesn’t even make sense right? hear me out.
you have to give the door in my hall closet a good slam to make it latch. i had just finished rooting around for god knows what and was preparing to turn away when i noticed that a good blouse had fallen off the hanger. i impulsively ducked back in to retrieve it in the same split second that another part of my brain gave the command for my arm to swing the door shut. hard. my head got in the way.
the real kicker is that this isn’t the first time i’ve done this. nope, it’s actually the third.
clearly i have difficulty learning from past mistakes - even when the conseqences include pain, facial bruising, and bags of frozen peas. this is why i’m single.
- e.k.
