so, yeah. this isn't about abby. just a funny story about me.
how did i manage to injure myself today, you ask? i injured myself playing the piano. more specifically, i injured my hand playing a glissando. i got an insta-bruise just below my knuckle on my right hand. to make this even more hilarious, this is not my first glissando injury. when i was in college, i had to play a glissando on a piano that had some chipped keys, and managed to lay open my thumb during the performance. had to clean those keys pretty well afterwards...all the blood, you know.
so, here is my "funny injury" list:
1986: made hole in wall with my head. hole is still there. parents plan on selling house with hole.
many and various falling-down-stairs injuries.
sprained ankle falling down stairs at junior high because i wasn't looking where i was going.
sprained ankle playing tennis in college jumping for a ball that i didn't have a prayer of actually reaching.
sprained ankle falling down stairs in garage.
sliced open pinky finger with ikea butter knife trying to separate frozen brats. finger is still not right, doesn't bend anymore.
and many more that i can't think of right now. i may add to the list as i remember, though.
in non-injury news, abby and i spent a couple of days up at my parents' going through the mountains and mountains of CRAP of mine from their attic. among the fun finds: a nerdy letter from 11-year-old kim, the $600 bill for new tires and new motor mounts for the green sable that we paid the DAY we moved which was also coincidentally the day the car died. permanently. also found the "requiem for jenny's fingernail" that i started during a particularly boring convocation at wesleyan. fun stuff.
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