How I Know I’m A Dork

Because somehow, I managed to close the bathroom stall door on my own head. OW.

5 Responses to “How I Know I’m A Dork”

  1. Fitz says:

    This post is no good without a picture.

  2. Piper says:

    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…

  3. Fitz says:

    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.

  4. Karen says:

    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)

  5. Mom says:

    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?

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