Freak Accident-Prone
Many people can claim to be accident prone. I am FREAK accident-prone. I am sometimes reluctant to describe how I got the various bruises, scratches, and other visible injuries to my body because they either sound so stupid as to be embarrassing, or because no one would believe me if I told them. It's not so much the actual injury-causing thing, most times, that's the unbelievable part. It's the HOW of the story that's nutty.
With that introduction, you should not be surprised when I tell you that a cactus fell on me this morning while I was attempting to put on my shoes. Hours later, I am still digging bits of cactus spine out of my hands—and worse, from around my fingernails. Cactus spines are funny things: when you pull them out, even if you do so gingerly, often a little piece of broken spine remains behind. Sometimes you can't even see these little pieces, but you can *feel* them if you run a finger over the spot... and of course, they hurt like hell.
The good news was that the damage to my hand was worth it. The Beaner happened to be standing next to me at the time, and when I realized the cactus was coming down on us, I used that hand to shield his face. Better 10-15 cactus spines in my hand than in his tender cheeks. I am worried, tho, that Al's shoes are filled with invisible spines, and that he'll be stuck the next time he slips on his tan suede loafers; the Beaner's black NBs were struck by the falling cactus and had to be tossed because I'm sure for every visible spine, there are five more that I can't see.