Hits to the Head!

An entire box of sugar fell on my head this morning. It tumbled down from my cupboard as I was reaching up for a tea bag. It of course somehow managed to go down into my bra/shirt area. I cleaned up the floor but am not going to worry about my chest because it's winter and sugar's a great exfoliant.

I've had quite the history with things falling on my head.  A few years back, a tv fell on my head. A couple of weeks ago, that same tv sat on my toe for a minute. Around a month ago I discovered a bump on my head. I am HOPING it's from hitting it. I remember hitting the back of my head a slew of times recently but NOT MY FRONT. For instance, there was this one night I was REALLY tired and laid my head back on what I was anticipating to be my pillow when in actuality it was the wall. Ow, big time. Anyhoo, as I was saying, front head bump...so, yes, it's there. I was home for Thanksgiving and my parents asked many questions regarding hitting it, but I do not remember hitting it in THAT spot. I suppose I cannot remember every hit to my head. It's remarkable I'm not more out of it considering how many times I HAVE hit my head. My parents theorized that I could have a cyst similiar to the ganglion that used to grace my right foot for so many years. Um, ew. I am sort of okay with having a puss-filled sack on my foot but I'm so not into the idea of getting my head drained! Dislike! I guess the one good thing about the bump is that I can bring it up with hot guys and tell them to touch it creating a ginger moment...or something...

I was getting low in hip hop dance class the other day and I was proud of myself for I believed I somehow was totally rockin' it. I hadn't taken this teacher in some time and I feared I'd be out of the loop with his style. Granted, I sucked for the first 28 minutes, but by minute 29 I was gettin' down!!! Until...I somehow managed to hit myself in the head and now have a decent sized gash on my forehead...REALLY?! I injured MYSELF in dance class?! And my nails are not even that long so how the hell do I have red head?? Ew. Ugh, and then I was washing my face and the intesne exfoliant man...my gash started bleeding the shower! Sick times yo. Hot mess.

It has been a really frigid week so I rocked the winter boots the other night. I got home to find that I had Curt Schilling heels. That's right, bleeding from both ankles! Somehow my pointer finger was bleeding as well. I'd say I need a vacation but let's face it...I never work anymore...