I’m going to tell y’all about a painful lesson I learned on Friday morning about karma.
Caroline and I were headed out to go buy her some new cowboy boots at Cavenders Boot City and for some reason I thought it was a good idea to shut my car door while I was adjusting my seat. This lack of judgement resulted in me slicing my thumb open and gushing blood all over my new car.
I yelled at P, who was in the backhouse/man-cave, to come watch Caroline while I ran in and grabbed some paper towels to stop the bleeding and also, some first aid supplies.
And as I’ve looked at my practically amputated thumb all weekend, all I can think about is how I mocked Dave and his horrendous oyster shell injury last week. It may serve me right that I’ve spent the last 36 hours wearing my very own Care Bears band-aid, Talk Smack A Lot.
Of course, I still didn’t have to lie in the driveway while P brought me granola bars and Gatorade.