Some days life just wants you to stop moving.
You might have plans, but you better cancel 'em.
As what happened to me this weekend . . .
I had all these plans . . .
Plans to go into town.
Plans to surf in the ocean.
Plans with friends.
Nope. Instead I slip and put a nice little dent in my forehead. An unfortunate accident that I could not explain how it happened if I tried. All I know is I fell, hit my head on the metal towel rack in the bathroom and hit the ground.
Mitch's explanation is this . . .
There was a thud. Then an "ooow!"
And a bunch of blood.
Nothing like a little head injury in the morning to start your weekend, huh?
Fortunately, since we're so self-serving, we just threw some neosporine and a bandaid on it and called it good. Unfortunately, I had a major head ache for the rest of the weekend.
I know, I know, head injuries are nothing to laugh about. But this bandaid in the middle of my forehead is kinda funny.
You're expecting a photo, I know. Come on, I have a little more dignity than that! . . . maybe.
So instead of doing all the wonderful things I wanted to do, I laid on the couch and rested. Perhaps that's just what I needed. Perhaps I was just lazy this weekend. Who knows.
All I know is, I've got a bandaid on my head and I need to come up with a much better battle story than the truth.