What the hell?

Painful-itis

Don't withhold sex, or you too could be part of a news headline Woman Bites Man - And He Dies.

Gah.
I wonder if she's the kind of neighbor that throws grass clippings over the fence.
And if she is, that means anyone of the surbanites you and I know could be next!

This dumb ass bit his dog on the nose.

Alight melodrama. Calm down. This is what happens to me after 2 glasses vino.

After being sucker-punched (and wasting 1/2 a day) I stopped at my local supermarket for some basic supplies as a pseudo reward. What did that purchase amount to? Pretty much a packet of hot italian sausages (iron deficiency in 2-3 days!), 3 packages of cheese (which were on sale for 3/$5 whoo hoo), a bottle of mineral water, and, as mentioned earlier, one bottle of wine. Mind you, I haven't drank the entire thing, but could have!

Basically I thought a recruiter was calling me in for an interview, but it ended up being an "executive management search firm". A.k.a. You pay them to market you.For a fee.
And back to the title for today - Dumb Pain

First, I direct you back a day to an injury suffered by a dear friend of mine. My comments are piped in.

Story begins, as all my stories, a few weeks ago. Before I went on vacation up north I sent the rugs to the dry cleaners (after having poured about 2 gallons of dirty flower water on my boyfriend's [[names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent]] rug). Last Thursday morning the cleaner guy brought them back.

So at night, after spinning and right before my favorite tv show ER [[ironically]], I started to take the rugs off the plastic bags that they were wrapped in. Since these plastic bags are so valuable (???!!?? - heaven forbid, should I cut them off and not be able to reuse them in about the next 6 months to a year,) I started to pull them off. Since the guy had put tape around them, the bags were pretty tight. But I was determined to get the goddam things off in one piece. And no, I couldn't wait for my boyfriend, that was coming home in about 30 minutes - ER was starting.

Sooo. Since after some minutes of fierce pulling, the bag was almost off. I gathered my strength for one last pull. I held the rug in place with my knees, and grabbed a tight hold of the bag with my hands, - and thanks to the wonderful berry vitamin pills* - strong nails. And I pulled as hard as I could - until my fists (still holding on the goddam plastic bag) - and nails - flew right at my face, hitting me in the face.

Yes, cutting an almost inch long cut at the geographic center point of my face (minus the nose). Even before I looked in the mirror, I knew that I had a pretty deep cut on my face. My right tumb nail had cut a u-shaped cut, about a pinky's width from my nose on the left. And blood was gushing out.

Boyfriend comes home after being phoned by frantic injured friend. Laughs. Men.

FIVE stitches.

Let this be a warning: Housework is B A D!

*Um, EH, these are the same vitamins I bought home as a souvenir. So be warned!

D'oh! Almost forgot:Redheads Feel More Pain.
Now that I'm sitting here I can't think of one person I know with red hair. Hmmm. Does strawberry blond count?