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It's funny you put it that way as DS when he gets into one of THOSE DAYS just gets REALLY bummed and bemoans his Very Bad Luck... like it's a curse that only he's struck by.
I can't tell you how many doors I've walked into, how many times the ventahood, bar cabinet corner, or open cabinet door corner has gotten my head.... stubbed toes (thank GOD MIL finally got rid of that cast iron magazine rack)... and so on... and they do seem to come in multiples... and on those days it's pretty hard to forget that it's been weeks, months since the last time one of Those Days struck...
Not when you're limping because your right pinky tow was nearly ripped off while you were hunting for your other shoe so you could go to the store, and because you tripped over your weiner dog and smashed your left knee on the ONE lego in the entire house on the wood floor, and the left side of your forehead has a nasty spot because when your DS was sweet enough to help with the groceries he left the cabinet open and you, putting up the canned goods below, stood up to a big OW, and the reason he was helping was because you smashed your fingers in the car door, because you were distracted after the little old lady ran you down in the electric scooter which left your ankle swelling..... oh yeah, I've had those days....
