The Attack of Appliances and Household Objects

These last 2 days have been ones of abuse and attack from the most unlikely predators.

It all started on a Saturday while trying to be a good sister and a good citizen I made my brother some lunch. Nothing too fancy, just grilled up some chicken, put it in a chicken, ranch and cheese wrap and served it to him. But while trying to get the chicken off the grill................BAM!!!! The lid of the grill smacked the back of my hand hitting a knuckle and another finger, leaving an inch long burn and a another burn spot on 2 of my fingers.

Thinking that I had learned my lesson to never to try and do another kind thing for anyone (because otherwise my grill would punish me for such behavior) I went on my way.

Later that night I went to open my drawer to get my tooth brush to clean my teeth before going to bed. Unfortunately I must have grabbed the wrong drawer because.............................................................BAZAAAAMMM! The drawer jumped out at me and ninja attacked my poor knee! Moments later a line across my knee began to swell and a lovely bruise appeared. Once again I hobbled off remembering to never mess with a sleeping drawer. I guess they don't like to be woken up.

After all was that was done I settled in for a movie with some friends. My eyes, which I am pretty sure are getting worse, were quite happy with me for wearing my glasses during the movie. The end arrived and I took my glasses to put them away. I picked up my glasses case, tried to open it and then..............................................WABAAAAAMMMMMMSHAAZZAAMMMMMMM! The glasses case jumped out of my hand and landed on my toes. A sudden throbbing was felt in 2 of my toes as I looked down to see them turn bright red. My eyes are clearly worse than I thought and my glasses case did not want to be fed. For a third and final time I walked to my room in a sad and painful state.

Sitting in bed I looked down to see 2 burn marks, a large bruise and several red toes making my body look quite sad and pathetic. "Sorry body" =( I thought as I pondered over my injuries. I guess I am not allowed to be kind to people, wake drawers up or feed glasses cases. Don't worry, I've learned my lesson.

I will always be mean, have bad breathe and be blind. Apparently that is what my home is saying to me anyway. Hopefully I am done screwing up so my body can recover without living in fear of more pain. Until (hopefully not another) next time, this is Megan reporting on Attacks of the Home.

Remember be nice to your
appliances and household
objects or they will get you!
-Meg

Life of being stuck at home

Sooo.......having your wisdom teeth out sucks. You can't laugh or make any facial expressions for risk of pulling your stitches out. You can only open your mouth barely enough to get food in it and the first day you bleed to no end. To add to it, you can't really control what you swallow so you end up swallowing a good bit of blood till you puke right before you are about to sleep, leaving a lovely burning sensation you can't get rid of b/c you can't rinse and spit, once again due to pulling stitches.

Your head feels huge and constantly hurts from swelling pains and you look like an ugly balloon or one of those fat faced characters one Wii. To add to that you have to sleep with frozen veggies next to your face which thaw out over night all over your pjs and bed sheets cause you and your bed to stink. Then people say you have it good but can't visit you because apparently boy drama is more important than your friend that is trapped in her house, bleeding and in pain. Yeaaaah......can you say miserable? Oh and not having any ice cream in the house and having to watch people eat delicious looking food that you can't have! Oh but people will text you and tell you they can't visit you while you try to get some sleep because your medication makes you tired.

Can't wait to eat real food,
Meg