As many of you know if you've been reading this blog for a while, there are quite a few events in my life that really could only happen to me.
Take, for instance, the time I fell down a manhole, at the tender age of 17. I'm fine now, thanks. Although I do tend to give those things a wide berth these days.
Then there was the day I took my citizenship oath in 2002. Yes, there I was with 499 other successful citizenship applicants at the Federal Building in Chicago. We had been told to be there an hour early or else we wouldn't be allowed to take the oath, and by golly everyone got there on time. It took a while to cram us all into the ceremony room, and then....nothing. Me with my British sense of "I was on time, why can't everyone else be?" and others, wondering what on earth could be going on. Then the back doors opened and about 15 late people were allowed in. "Hmmmm", we all thought. "How come they're so special?"
Anyway, we put our righteous indignation aside and got on with the actually, quite moving ceremony, by a judge whose parents had come from Mexico with nothing but the clothes on their backs. After the ceremony, we all filed out, and were surprised to find camera crews everywhere in the foyer. "Wow", I thought. "I didn't realize they made such a fuss of new American citizens".
It was only later, watching the local news, that I learned some idiot had walked into the building with a backpack full of explosives and tried to blow the place up. And I was on the 23rd floor throughout!
Not quite as dramatic as the two examples above, but it's happened again. I am sporting a rather fat bottom lip and the explanation is nothing short of embarrassing. I made a salad on Friday night, throwing in all the contents of the veggie fridge drawer, as you do. Delicious it was. I crunched down on a square piece of carrot, and the only way I can explain this is to say that it sent my bottom jaw flying sideways, and I bit down hard on the left side of my bottom lip. Most of the swelling is on the inside of my mouth, but it's enough to give that side of my face a rather "puffy" look!
I would have taken a photo, but actually it was really painful.
Sigh.
Ow Ow Ow! (Done that--very painful!) But at least no one tried to blow you up this time.
ReplyDeleteWhat a list of happenings. How awful to be nearly blown up and to bite your lip like that. Falling down a manhole was no holiday, either.
ReplyDeleteLets hope that will be all the drama for this year at least!
Maggie x
Nuts in May
Oh Maggie - given that it's only February, there's a strong possibility of more drama; if not from me then from the offspring. It's in the genes.
ReplyDeleteYou need to amend that to read - "It could only happen to me...and Gigi." Because seriously? Those kinds of things happen to me all the time. The only reason I haven't fallen in a manhole (yet) is because ours isn't exactly a walkable town.
ReplyDeleteOh no! I hope your lip heals soon! I read the manhole story also. So funny! It reminds me of the time that I ran into the bus sign pole while running to catch the bus... I sent myself into fits of giggles over my own ridiculousness for weeks after!
ReplyDeleteOuch! At least you didn't break a tooth though.
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