Adding to My Chagrin

This afternoon, while tugging the top of my tank top, my hand slipped and I whacked myself in the face. Hurt like the dickens. Was also very, very funny. Because all I could think of was this:

That, my friends, is about the level of sophistication you can expect from me.



  1. black eye? chagrin is a cool word.

  2. No black eye, but I was afraid I'd bloodied my lip.

    And it's a very fun word.


"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins