If you really must know, I hit my head. . . with the car door. . . as I was opening it to get into the car. Luckily it was just shallow enough that the doctor could glue it back together instead of stitching it. As long is it doesn't pop back open in the next 24 hours, I'm good to go. He told me I should really think of a better story to tell people. Nope. I'm content (albeit somewhat mortified) to share that I hit my head. . . with the car door. . . as I was opening it. Not the smartest move I've ever made (but, sadly, probably not the dumbest either.) Did I mention my head hurts?
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Ouch! That sure doesn't look like fun. Sorry I haven't emailed you back yet but I posted again as to how I've been on our blog. We are just waiting for the 19th to find out if it's a boy or girl! :o)
I laughed so hard when I read your story because I could see it in my minds eye. Sad that it happened to such a great person... why couldn't it have happened to Zach? :) You can tell him I said that!
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