Childlike...

So, lately I've had this horrible trend of injuring myself while getting dressed...how bizarre is that? About two weeks ago I scratched my forehead with my thumbnail while changing shirts. And, no, it wasn't one of those little scratches are practically naked to every other human eye but your own...nope, it was big enough to look like a serious injury, even to the point where anyone around me had to ask, "Jesiree, what happened to your forehead?" At this moment I probably should have made up a really cool story how i hit my head while rock climbing, or I fell off my longboard, or how I knicked my forehead on a stalactite while spelunking in Norway (surely, there's a cave in Norway), something...anything. But, no. I had to be honest didn't I? I basically told the story of how I scraped of huge piece of my forehead while changing my shirt at least 20 times. And now I have a scar on my forehead right underneath the part in my hair so that it's never covered up...how convenient.

But wait! there's more...last night I managed to make my nose bleed while changing into my pajamas. I don't think this incident was entirely directly related to the changing-of-the-clothes, but, man, did it really have to happen. Thankfully enough I was able to thoroughly clean my "Celebrating 80 years of TMEA" T-shirt. Along with that, I have an ugly scratch on my index finger from scraping it in my drawer. I think I was trying to pull out socks...what can I say?

I remind myself more and more of kindergartener as I get older. With trends like difficulty getting myself dressed, being very easily amused, liking paste (but, don't worry, I don't eat it), my newly restored love for coloring books and many other embarrassing things, I really can't deny it. But, hey...maybe along with this I will be blessed with the never waivering childlike faith.

Be blessed today,
Jezz