Close Encounters of the Dimwitted Kind

This morning, while squeezing in a brisk walk for cardio, I nearly mangled my face; twice. Trekking up an extremely cruel hill, my head was in my closet trying to figure out which shirt was feminine enough to work with my new H&M corduroy blazer (and my jeans and boots) that I am planning on wearing to a screening of The Godfather at Warner Brothers tonight. I'm meeting my husband's boss for the first time and I wanna look sharp. It was right around this moment that I came to just in time to avoid being stabbed in the eye by a very long stick hanging out of the back of a maintenance truck parked in a driveway. I was this close to losing my left eye. After a quick peak around to make sure no one was watching, I got my adrenaline under control and continued walking.

Then on the downhill stretch, a bus whizzed by doing mock 3. I shut my eyes (my first mistake) to avoid the tornado of debris making a beeline for my face, however, I kept walking (my second mistake). When I determined that it was safe to open them again, I did, and was face to face with a sign post that had I walked into it at the rate that I was going, I probably would have broken my nose. Or at the very least, ended up with a bruise square between my eyes. It's one thing to injure or bruise oneself in area's of the body that can be covered up by casual clothing. It's another thing entirely when one has to disguise their boo-boos by wearing a ski mask, burka, or bee-keepers hat. None of which are in style at the moment.

I'm happy to say that I made it home injury free.