Bug phoned me, giggling, Friday morning and said, “Guess what? I have stitches!”
(Only my siblings can say weird stuff like that, and then laugh.) She explained that she’d only just returned from the ER and was the proud bearer of five stitches in her forehead because, and I quote, “I sat up to turn off the alarm on my phone, and the ceiling fan fell on me.”
*crickets*
“No, really!”
The Tale of the Rogue Appliance
Barely had she wakened
‘Ere the day went all awry
Whirling doom upon her landed
Arrowed from an empty sky
Ravaging the peaceful morning
Errant object of offenseOminously, without warning
Fractured peace with pain intense!Farcical, this rudest waking
And alarming – falling fans a
Nemesis before unnoted…
So much for our weekend plans.
Did we mention the ceiling fan was on at the time??? This incident has been filed under “Things Which Could Happen ONLY to Bug.” She was blessed to only have five stitches, and more blessed that the next play she’s doing makeup for isn’t for another week…