On Monday I cut myself with a plastic knife.
Yesterday I scraped my knuckles on a wall.
Today I half expected to prick myself on my spinning wheel. (Hey, maybe I should be Sleeping Beauty for Halloween!) Except, how is that possible? There's nothing on the spinning wheel to prick myself with. It's not the sort of thing you would expect to happen. Then again, one doesn't expect to cut themselves with a plastic knife or to scrape their knuckles on a wall.
Well, I haven't pricked myself with my spinning wheel (though I guess there's still time...) but I did stay home sick. :(
On the upside, Kokopelle kept me company when I slept in today. And before getting out of bed I just had to take a photo of him with my handy dandy iPhone.
Isn't he adorable?