I was doing laundry and trying to make sure Nera wouldn't drink my wine while I wasn't looking and I managed to freaking smash my head into the door frame so hard that I have a freaking bruised bump on my head.
Which really brings back memories of our honeymoon when Greg tried to put his head through a double paned window in Santorini, Greece.



Re: So last night...
She did not thankfully.
What do you want to know?
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Red or White?
I guess....it really hurts though.
I just couldn't believe I did it. I say there stunned for a couple seconds. I think I felt my brain move around a bit.
It's funny now, but at the time it wasn't at all.
So we get to Santorini and we check in to our lovely room. There were two of those windows and one was open and one was not. We both mentioned how clean they were (made a couple jokes about how Greeks really do love Windex).
Busboy drops off our luggage and while H is fumbling to find some Euros, the guys leaves. H runs to the window to stop him but instead of putting his head out the open window, he runs straight for the closed window, full speed with his head.
He immediately drops to the ground with his hand over his face. I run over to see if he is ok and he removes his hands and all I see is BLOOD EVERYWHERE. I start panicking and he's all "stop panicking, I'm ok."
In the end, it's really just a few cuts, but nothing serious (thank sweet baby harry). We get some disinfectant and some bandaids and he is so embarrassed that he offers to pay for the window, which they actually accept.
It was a rough start to our stint in Santorini, but all was well.
I like hearing about your life Wino. I am sorry about the bump to the head, but glad you kept your wine and Nera safe.
I am extremely accident prone and have fallen down our stairs at least 10 times in the past 5 years. Only half of those were wine induced. Apparently socks and hardwoods do not mix well. I also walk into our door frames quite regularly. It is rare for me to not have at least one bruise on my body.
Just hearing "socks" and "hardwood floors" together make me cringe. Not a good idea.
I always have unexplained bruises and H doesn't appreciate when I tell people that he beats me in my sleep (I used to say my mom did it). In actuality, I just thrash around a lot and am pretty clumsy.
Totally not PC but whenever people ask about my bruises DH jokes about beating me.