How I Know I’m A Dork
Because somehow, I managed to close the bathroom stall door on my own head. OW.
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LOVE IT. I choose not to blog about things which my husband and brothers-in-law will be holding over my head for years to come anyway… At least they get a kick out of sharing the story with everyone who hasn’t already heard it. Ooooh… maybe if I blog abou tit they will lose their audience…
I insisted my daughter be Yoda for Halloween.
Believe it or not, I’m pretty sure I have closed a bathroom stall door on my head. Doubt I was sober, though.
It’s still better than the time I knocked my head into the car window because I saw the Wiener Mobile driving by.
(HA captcha is bals, which complements the wiener mention)
When I was about 10, I was racing and my head was run over by my own bicycle. Needed stitches. Is it in the genes?