not so much drama today, thankfully.
a couple of errands, a quick tour of the durham branch of mom's company, lunch and... manicures and pedicures!
then, later, on my own, divaville. while reaching for a boxed CD set (the okeh rhythm and blues story) --stored with all of the other boxed sets at the station, in a pile of similar boxes, all perched 7 feet high at the top of our CD shelving-- several other sets slid off the top shelf and down onto my face.
it hurt! those things are heavy! with pointy corners!
one particularly ornery box landed right on my mouth. i think it was the johnny cash boxed set. the man in black punched me in the lip! i suffered a few drops of blood and increasingly uncomfortable swelling. talking was difficult for a while, in fact. i was sure to let my audience know the extent to which i was willing to endure injury for the sake of their musical enjoyment.
so, yeah, not as much drama today... but a little.
Posted by xta at May 25, 2006 11:06 PM | TrackBackSee, here in Earthquakeland, we put the boxsets on the bottom shelves, to anchor the shelves...
Ouch. But at least it was JC. You know he didn't mean it.
Posted by: Penny at May 26, 2006 12:42 AMIt could have been worse: you could have fallen into a burning ring of fire...
Posted by: Joseph H. Vilas at May 26, 2006 09:25 AMHe might have meant if it was the spirit of the old coked out, Whiskey Drinkin' Johnny Cash.
If it was the born again and peddling the Bible via handheld PDA Johnny, then no, it was an accident - and he was sorry.