Wounds and putzing

Yesterday I was talking on the phone and decided to see if the plums on the plum tree were ripe. Put on my sandals and fell down the stairs. Okay, "stairs" is a bit of an overstatement. Two steps is more accurate. Down I fall, but of course I protected the most important thing: the iPhone. My legs are quite icky looking. Lots of bloody wounds, particularly on the right leg. I am such a klutzy idiot. I cannot talk on the phone and descend "stairs" at the same time.



This morning I decided to send a few things out. I don't know about you, but I dread the whole packaging and USPS process. Being klutzy and an idiot, I feel like I spend two hours doing something that should take 10 minutes. I have to retrieve some stuff, find appropriate boxes/envelopes, pack them up, and address them. Then take them to the post office. Not horribly difficult in theory. Yet I struggle to find the stuff I'm trying to send, comb the garage for appropriately-sized boxes, fight with the packing tape, lose the packing tape argument with the packing tape, try to find an alternate method, haul it all to the post office, have the post office lecture me on my alternate packing tape method, and blah blah blah. Two hours later, I relish that the task is done, but I lament just how long the whole thing took.

I bought Julia her first doll today. Well, she had a plush baby doll. But after this weekend when Julia stole another child's doll, I decided she deserves her own doll. Like the type of doll with a plastic face. Also got her a pop-up toy since she doesn't have any. And then a little doggie that walks and barks. She's fascinated by doggies.