No More Flying Trapeze for Me

Dear Diary: While walking through my kitchen, I thought I was a goner when one of my treasured fake shutters fell onto my back.    My ridiculous half-scream followed by, “OMG, the shutter fell on me!” failed to even budge Danny from his chair where he sat playing Adventure Quest on his laptop. I wanted to stretch out on the floor and place the shutter on top of me until he walked in and noticed, but I might have been there for a couple of hours.  When it fell,  the wood frame hit me right in the trapezius, probably ending my circus act forever.

I guess you could say it was a freak accident.

Love, Jackie