Awkward and Funny
When about to sing the last two songs out the front at church and I get an eye lash stuck in my eye and can’t get it out…. My eye proceeds to water and I need to blink and It is hard to read the words…. Luckily I did know them fairly well…. But it made it rather less than enjoyable and not at all easy to concentrate….
When I have a huge bandage thing around my thumb and go out to a restaurant with my mum… people looked at it…. And then…well I had to eat the hamburger thing….without using my thumb.
The next day I have a smaller bandage…. Well pad with band aid holding it on and people either ask why or keep glancing at it until I tell them…. And that continues for a few more days…
You ask why…well I’ll say that battling bare handed and without any weapons with a grater is not the most sensible thing to do and you will probably end up the worst off, possibly as I did with a third of my fingernail missing… well not missing but ripped and with a grater shaped hole of skin mostly detached from my finger…. Which is quite painful.
I found out just how many things I like to use my thumb for… like typing and writing. Not being able to use my thumb made doing some simple things rather awkward… like tying up my hair… I haven’t had any one else do my hair for ages…. Until I had to get Jane to help my tie it up the other day.
Having to politely tell someone very nicely that…. no thankyou I don’t want any more as I think it is utterly disgusting and with some of the most revolting tastes I’ve ever tasted, well telling them that without telling them that.
When Jane starts reading out things from a book titled “Clare’s stories” while we were going through boxes of really old stuff from when we went to school… and older.
On a Saturday Samuel was told “You need to do your hair, it hasn’t been done for days”
“It was done on Sunday”
We watch Star Wars and afterwards Jane says about Darth Vader “I find his lack of face disturbing”
Sitting watching a book week presentation where the library staff are, well being rather silly (in my POV, they seemed to enjoy it though) while acting out stories, and me wondering what in the world I was doing there. Then to make matters worse I had to go up the front and tell/make up part of a story. Have I mentioned I completely hate telling stories/acting or anything of the sort in front of others, even if they are people I like… even if they are my mum… or library staff who are joining in….. And I had almost made up my mind to remove myself before they got me up here… Besides I can’t make up a good story ending when the whole story is pointless and I have no paper or time. injuredprideinmystories
Having a conversation with another girl and both running out of questions and ideas and having no idea what to say… where to look… what to do….
Losing my phone, in tall clover….. and searching and searching for it. And thinking “now what I need is a phone so I can call mummy and get her to ring my phone…” the problem was I had lost my phone… which was why I needed it. (You might also like to know God answered my prayer and despite all I did actually happen to find it, which is truly amazing!)
Getting told not to let Ann drown herself in the bath, I figured it wouldn’t be hard, but then I imagined the being drowned happening by her going under. Instead it happened by her lifting up a container of water and pouring it into her mouth and lungs…… and so ensued a coughing and spluttering….. in the end she did not quite succeed in drowning despite her best efforts.