I stepped on a nail at the allotment earlier today and immediately brought myself home to lie on the couch and behave pitifully. I decided that under the circumstances I really can't be expected to do anything else today and that I will simply read and recline for the remainder of the day until Steve can come home and fetch me the Toblerone (which the sneaky devil has hidden).
I hope he gets here soon. I need someone to peel me some grapes, so I can eat them.
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have you had a tetanus shot? Do not get sick right before you come home (or die). Mom
I had one last spring before I went traveling, so I think I'm still good.
Ask me about how I, from hardy peasant stock, changed my own flat tire last week in the grocery store parking lot. Or, rather, ask me how I was trying pitifully to loosen the lugnuts when some men who actually knew what they were doing rescued me from my own incompetence. (At least I got the hubcap off by myself. And all without any Toblerone.)
I like to think that I can do what is necessary. Since when is staying at the allotment with a hole in one's foot necessary? I am not convinced that my pioneer ancestors would begrudge me my comfortable home, nor would they have unnecessarily given such a thing up themselves. I don't think they believed in hardship for hardship's sake, although we often try to convince ourselves of that.
You can keep the Toblerone, if you can find it. I prefer my bits large or not at all. My chocolate of choice is a Milka bar with whole hazelnuts. Chopped nuts (or toffee) just ruin the texture of the chocolate. They would probably be a welcome improvement to tofu or cream of wheat, though.
That's hilarious! (not the foot situation, ouch! I sympathize with couch location for that) but the cow on the back - what a visual... :) Anyways, Toblerone for the world is all I have to say - it's saving my life at the thesis writing desk here... I just sceptically exchanged my standard dark one for a fruit and nut one, which is actually quite decent!
I've decided that if I were a pioneer, I would have just laid down on the ground and died at the beginning of the trip. (I would have been an embarassment to my Martin handcart relatives). There is no shame in being a woose. I repeat, there is no shame in being a woose.
Bitter irony to your post. check the etymology of the word "pioneer" ... MarmDad
MarmMom corrects me ... I guess you began with "peasant" and then "pioneer" entered the thread later. But still ... both pioneers AND peasants should watch their step. (Ouch, I'm feeling for you!) MarmDad again
Moo is my soul mate. I hope you don't get some UK disease like hoof and mouth, or whatever it is called.
So sorry to hear of your misfortune,as we have been waiting for someone of pioneer stock, to carry our most prized cow off to market, here in Nova Scotia.So regretfully we will have to make other arrangements, to get her to market, We will no doubt have to sell her at a much lower price, as a female carried cow is much more valuable, in the country.Aunt J.
FYI, tetanus shots are good for ten years. I have walked on many nails, driven various tools through my hands. I'm sure my right hand is trying to kill my left hand. Check out my mangled left forefinger when we meet if you don't believe me.
KWB
I thought peeling grapes was only a Japanese thing. Hmmm...
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