Mess

I currently have six minor (very minor) injuries on my hands. I swear, hand injuries are the worst kind. You're reminded of them no matter what you do.

My most recent happened a few minutes ago, when I was outside putting up Halloween decorations. I was digging a hole with a screw driver, trying to get past the weed netting Matt put under the bark so I could put this adorable pumpkin-on-a-stick thing up... And of course the driver slipped and drove itself directly into my free hand. I guess I should be thankful it wasn't my eye.

My point is. When did I get so clumsy?

Last night I was chopping garlic with my favorite enormous santuko knife and I skimmed my index finger. Not once, but twice. Within the time span of about a minute. (Shaking my head as I type.)

Other injuries consist of paper cuts, a frying pan burn and minor scrapes... But that's not the point! I'm not even going to begin to spell out the contusions and other 'minor' injuries the rest of my body has sustained over the past few weeks.

There was a time, not too long ago, that these things didn't happen to me. Me and coordination - we were close.

Pair my loss with the fact that I'm a slow healer, and Matt's got a real mess on his hands.