posted by
swmbo at 10:32am on 07/01/2004
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Ouch.
Early morning - managed to secure first cup of coffee successfully, brought said first cup of coffee to room. Took one sip. Planning on reading while drinking first cup of coffee, in potentially futile attempt to wake up.
Hear phone ring downstairs. Thoughts go through swmbo's head: "Phone. Phone? Oh, Phone!" swmbo leaps up and dashes down the hallway and down the stairs.
swmbo is wearing wool socks. All of the time because, as she may have delicately pointed out in her previous posts, swmbo is very cold recently. Wool socks provide little traction on carpet of stairs, particularly when someone is launching themselves in order to get the phone before the fourth ring.
Lands in a sprawled heap at the bottom of the stairs, skins palm of right hand *shows you palm* Propels herself immediately back up to her feet because the phone is still ringing...launches herself across the room. Grasps and picks up the phone ....just as it rings the final time.
Waits a minute. Checks phone. There is no voicemail. There is no voicemail.
*swmbo nurses brusies and palm* Ouch. Also, coffee went cold. *sigh*
Apparently I am having a rough morning. And on the VERY slim chance it was somebody who reads my LJ calling me - sorry I missed the call. I was too busy falling down the stairs.
I'm sorry for the interruption in your regularly scheduled program - namely my stalking of
circe_tigana's friends in a vain attempt to get close to her. I might just need to dig out the pigeon costume and peck at her window instead. Wait. I think it's even colder there and I know there is more snowfall. Nevermind. Sorry, Circe! I'll stalk you in the springtime.
ETA: There doesn't appear to be moodsets for pained, bleeding, battered, bruised, clumsy, etc. I'm going to have to go with sore.
ETA a second time: I just realized the date - it is swmbo's mom's birthday - which means it was probably either swmbo-mom or a swmbo-sibling calling. So THAT mystery is primarily solved. And...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOM!
Early morning - managed to secure first cup of coffee successfully, brought said first cup of coffee to room. Took one sip. Planning on reading while drinking first cup of coffee, in potentially futile attempt to wake up.
Hear phone ring downstairs. Thoughts go through swmbo's head: "Phone. Phone? Oh, Phone!" swmbo leaps up and dashes down the hallway and down the stairs.
swmbo is wearing wool socks. All of the time because, as she may have delicately pointed out in her previous posts, swmbo is very cold recently. Wool socks provide little traction on carpet of stairs, particularly when someone is launching themselves in order to get the phone before the fourth ring.
Lands in a sprawled heap at the bottom of the stairs, skins palm of right hand *shows you palm* Propels herself immediately back up to her feet because the phone is still ringing...launches herself across the room. Grasps and picks up the phone ....just as it rings the final time.
Waits a minute. Checks phone. There is no voicemail. There is no voicemail.
*swmbo nurses brusies and palm* Ouch. Also, coffee went cold. *sigh*
Apparently I am having a rough morning. And on the VERY slim chance it was somebody who reads my LJ calling me - sorry I missed the call. I was too busy falling down the stairs.
I'm sorry for the interruption in your regularly scheduled program - namely my stalking of
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ETA: There doesn't appear to be moodsets for pained, bleeding, battered, bruised, clumsy, etc. I'm going to have to go with sore.
ETA a second time: I just realized the date - it is swmbo's mom's birthday - which means it was probably either swmbo-mom or a swmbo-sibling calling. So THAT mystery is primarily solved. And...
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