I walked into a door.

May 9, 2019

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This morning I was brushing my hair and walking into Brad’s room where I keep the hair dryer. (Why is it in there? I don’t know. It just is.)

Anyway, walking and brushing and BAM! I hit the corner of the door jam head-on with my elbow. Not the bone, the squishy, tendon-y part. It doesn’t hurt unless I lift my bent arm up. It’s a rather specific motion, but apparently I do it all day.

Stupid arm.

I don’t know.

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Lauren Sommerer is a preschool teacher who likes to build prototypes, grow cats, cook things once, save money, reduce, reuse and recycle.

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2 Responses to “I walked into a door.”

  1. Kristi Said on:

    From your post title, I thought you were going to tell us a joke. This was not a funny story at all. You didn’t even hit your funny bone.

    Reply

    • Brad Said on:

      Ha! I thought it was a joke too:
      A horse walks into a door. The door says: ‘Why the long face?’

      Hahaha! Horses literally have long faces! And a door is asking questions!

      Reply

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