This is a super embarrassing story and after it happened I was like, "I am NOT going to write about that" but here I am because I might think it's funny someday. And I might have a new scar and not be able to forget about it anyways...
(This is a long one.) So a few nights ago, we were out walking Ted and I took my phone with me, which I usually never do. And of course, because I can't help myself, I kept checking it throughout our walk and as I was scrolling through instagram, I turned a corner and BOOM! I walked head on into a ladder. John, who was ahead of me, turned around and went "did you just run into that?" And I just stood there with my hand over my forehead for a second, like stunned and feeling really stupid and staring at him. Also, I was having this flashback of when I was younger and one of my sisters ran into a sign at a pool and had to get stitches. So after a minute I finally moved my hand down, and it was all bloody, and John was like "you're going to need stitches!!" and I freaked out and ran home (well, not really ran just walked fast.) And of course, right at that moment a bunch of kids (aka teenagers) came up to Ted and were all over him, so John got held back a little with them. I was waiting at our apartment door for what seemed like ever waiting for John to get back, because I thought he had the keys, but turns out I had the keys in my pocket the whole time. Did I already mention that I felt stupid?
I would just like to say that no, I did NOT take a picture of it. Before I ran/walked off, I handed my phone off to John for some reason and he took this because he was going to call the office on this guy for parking like that, haha. (He didn't but, very nice of him to offer.) Anyways, back at home we cleaned it off, and it really wasn't that bad. It doesn't look pretty, but it really wasn't deep enough to justify going to get stitches. It's like a half an inch jagged line across the middle of my forehead. I'm sure it will scar, but my forehead is already like 50% acne scars anyways and John said "it might just look like a wrinkle" so whatever, who cares! I slept with those butterfly bandages on it that night, but that was it. Maybe I should have bandaged it up for a few days, but no thanks. I'd rather have someone stare at the cut on my forehead when they're talking to me, than at a bandaid. It looks better already, but I totally dragged the drama out for a few days acting like a baby about it.
You never realize how much you actually use your forehead until you are trying not to move your forehead. Like every smile, every emotion- you're forehead moves! It's crazy.
Johns been working like 24 hours a day (exaggerating, but only by a little) so it's been very quiet around here, and I've had to eat dinner alone every night. Then he gets home, eats in the dark while Ted does laps around his feet begging for attention. Which sucks for us sure, but I think he's got a worse deal. I'm obsessed with making pie crust, and since I'm not eating things like pie right now, I've been making a quiche like every week. So that took me like, three hours last night, no joke ( because I have to complicate everything.) So things like that have been keeping me plenty busy. I also started watching Parenthood, and I love it! I thought it might be weird to finish Gilmore Girls and immediately start watching another show with Lauren Graham, but her character is different enough that I'm not comparing it too bad. But seriously, does that women age?!
I've been staying in contact with John somewhat while he works..between texts and we started playing Words With Friends again. When we first started dating this game was sooo addicting and we were obsessed. Now I remember why we stopped playing it. He beats me, every single time. And by like hundreds of points! It takes me 20 minutes to find a decent word to play, and then after I do I feel so proud and accomplished of myself but before I can even relax I hear the 'ding' and he's already played another word. Basically to play one game, I spend hours of my life and he spends minutes. So I hate it.
But he keeps "nudging" me ten times a day to finish. I told him after these last two games, I quit.
We actually have plans and are being social this weekend, which is exciting! We're going with some people to see the Houston Astros vs. the Detroit Tigers on Saturday. I don't really care for or understand sports, but if I have to watch a game, baseball isn't that bad. And I love eating food and clapping my hands. The last baseball game we went to was Yankee Stadium 2013 and if I recall, I left telling everyone over and over again that "I LOVE BASEBALL!!!!!"
Being carried like a baby is all in the neck muscles.
So other than my minor injury, this week has been quite boring. But there's still time to make up for that today. Already this morning, I've dropped the Brita pitcher on the floor (breaking it), and have had to chase Ted down after he took off running at the maintenance guy because he waved "hello" to us. And I'm heading off to the mall right now because before bed John said "why don't you go shopping tomorrow?" to which I replied "I love you." Or something like that.
Happy weekend! x