Shouldn't a quiet life be, you know... quiet?

[zoetrope]

1. (Or, how a diet can make you bleed)
For lunch, I decided to have a bowl of Crunchy Nut Cornflakes. I reached up above the draining board for the cereal box. As I pulled it out, the circular bread-board that was leaning quietly yet precariously against it, tilted and rolled. I reached up to stop it falling from the shelf, inadvertently knocking an empty jar off said shelf. This fell to the marble counter top and, amazingly, didn't smash. It did, however, knock another glass - one of my favourite glasses, given to me by my sister - off the marble counter and, in slow-motion, it fell to the floor, smashing so spectacularly that glass shot from one end of the kitchen to the other - some of it getting embedded in my foot on the way. Damn.

2. (Or, how you really should be careful with insert tab A into slot B)
I leant down to put my memory stick into my PC, and, because of not paying proper attention, managed to instead wedge it deep into my floppy drive.

3. (Or, It was so kind of you, but really. Did you have to?!)
Met up with my old boss last night for dinner. It was lovely to see her again, and catch up on old times. And she bought me a present. Now, I'm not much of a present person. It's a kind thing to do, buy people presents, but while I love giving presents, I'm not so keen on receiving. Anyway, I told a mate I'd post a picture of the present I received because it's just so... not to my taste. If you know what I mean.

Here you go:

Comments

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

*giggles* It's the thought that counts? And I'm terribly sorry about the glass.

*offers you magically dietetic-but-not-crappy dark chocolate and the booze of your choice*

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

Mmm. That booze and chocolate combo sounds pretty good right now.

[fallingfortruth.livejournal.com]

Most definitely. Alas, I have no booze here. *shakes fist* Stupid legal drinking ages and dry campuses. I can't wait until I'm in a nice, sane country where 19 year olds can buy booze.

[rossywar.livejournal.com]

Oh. Um. Wow. That is one of the fugliest things I've ever seen. What is it? Is it a bag?

p.s. hahahahahaha on mega-clumsiness! I am sorry for your bleeding foot and fucked floppy drive (pun intended!) but I'm also amused. :D

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

It's a ceramic bag that I think you're supposed to store makeup or something in... *yuck*

[rossywar.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, I see. That makes it worse, I think.

[remote-control.livejournal.com]

Christ. Is that to anyone's taste?!

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

Hers, apparently - she said she wanted one as well!!

[aurianrose.livejournal.com]

It's a giant porcelain... thingie.

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

Hee. Exactly my reaction when I unwrapped it!

[sheldrake.livejournal.com]

Good god. Why would anyone buy that for anyone?

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

Sheer cruelty is my theory!

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

Dear god. I cannot stop laughing. I'm so sorry about your kitchen mishap and the memory stick. But that ... thing is freaking hilarious (and moderately frightening). What is it??

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

It's a ceramic fake-purse! I *think* it's to hold make-up and stuff in...

[moosesal.livejournal.com]

Wow. Do you know anyone you could re-gift that to? If not, enjoy!

[slodwick.livejournal.com]

Holy cow. *tilts head* Is it... ceramic?

[zoetrope.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately so. I'd half hoped to break it on the way home, but unfortunately it seems to be bullet-proof.

[beledibabe.livejournal.com]

Ah! A post-modern chamber pot!

And sorry about your foot + glass = ouch! Not to mention the memory stick, but honestly? At least it wasn't something tender and full of nerves. ;>

[lyra-sena.livejournal.com]

That looks like a very tragic planter. Maybe um, an african violet would be appropriate?

or you could just use it as a doorstop, until the day it meets its "accidental" fate by being squashed between the door and the frame.

[seraphina-pyra.livejournal.com]

1. eek
2. O.o
3. What is that? A flower pot?