The Accident Gene
Okay, we all know I’m a little… ahem a lot… accident prone. So I’m thinking there has to be a gene. I can trip over nothing, scrape my knee, and throw out my back. And not only do I have this ability, but so does most on my mum’s side. Furthermore, this gene must live on the x chromosone because only the women seem affected. Either way, it’s annoying. Take tonight for instance. I invited my parents for dinner. We would eat, assemble my new toy, and all would be fun. Well, they haven’t arrived yet. Why? Turns out I thought I was buying beef burgers; turns out I bought soy burgers. Kristel, you should read the box, not look at the picture. So they’re out getting chicken or something instead. Thankfully there’s no way I can screw up the salad (at least not anymore than I already have by completely missing the bowl and spilling some on the floor.) For further examples, take my mother’s finger. She tripped over a rock, which according to everyone else is just a pebble, hit it off something, and without spraining it, it’s somehow now permanently bent, and she can’t straighten it. Weird. It’s gotta suck not being able to give anyone the finger now… at least I don’t think it has the same effect if your finger is bent. I could give more examples… but it really shouldn’t be necessary by this point. So, the real question is; when on earth are they going to start gene therapy for the accident gene?
hey, did you try the soy burgers? maybe you would have liked them? maybe it wasn’t an accident but your subconscious wanted to eat vegetarian?
and missing the bowl is obviously your subconscious not liking salad…
yep. no such thing as an accident…
July 25th, 2008 at 6:19 pmEwww… soy…
July 27th, 2008 at 12:18 ammy thoughts exactly on soy… definitely an accident, and not my subconscious. >-P
but i like salad…
July 28th, 2008 at 2:58 pm