File under: Klutz.
I forgot my lunch today, so I picked up a salad at Wendy's on my way in to work. Lunch time rolls around. I put the dressing and croutons on, then very carefully, re-seal it and start to shake it up. At which point, the lid slides off and lettuce, chicken and parmesan cheese fling themselves with gay abandon around my office.
I now have half a salad from Wendy's.
This is the story of my life. I fall over for no reason, I drop things, I break things, I bump into desks and beds and cars - BIG things, things you shouldn't miss, I trip over. I trip over cracks in the pavement all. the. time. I once fell down in Cambridge. Just fell. Walking along and, whoosh, there I went. Scraped palms, bleeding knees. It was lovely. I wasn't drunk, it wasn't dark, I just fell.
It amazes me that I've never had a car accident. Never even come close (knock on wood, turn around three times, go outside and spit).
So, where does one buy tinted moisturizer? I bought what I thought was a moisturizing makeup, but I think they lied because I put it on and an hour later, my skin was as flaky as a flaky thing. It's really getting annoying - my skin is so sensitive (it's 'cause I'm a delicate, fragile flower. What? Stop laughing.) I need something that's not going to make my skin go nuts.
In diabetes-related news, I've talked O into doing a thigh site on Saturday. I'm holding her to it. I expect lots of protesting and bargaining, but it will be done. Her stomach is a mess; all puffy and her sites are getting infected there. It's disgusting.