you go ahead and give yourself brain damage.
I shouldn't joke. I did bash my head against a metal piece jutting out of the roof of our ugly-van (should we just call her "Ugly"? Our van's technical name is "The Golden Beast", the kids named her. You name your vehicles, too, right?). I did this on Monday and now it is Saturday. The medical professionals seem to agree that I did something to my spinal cord, something to the nerves. I'm not sure what or how to explain it because quite honestly everything is a bit of a blur right now...and you know what the worst thing is? This is so bad. I blew a kiss to my older-aged neighbor man, who is a newish neighbor and not someone I do not have an easy rapport with. I actually mistook him for my husband driving my boys to football practice. I not only waved and blew the kiss, but I proceeded to double-hand-wave the vehicle on, looking for my boys in the back seat (I forgot to mention they have an even bigger ugly van, but along the same lines as ours- you know, bread-box lines) and when the extra row of seats that differentiates a 12 from a 15 passenger van made it's way from my ocular nerves into my very fuzzy mind, I slowly turned on my front step and walked indoors. Where I will stay. For, perhaps, ever. And I might must send my husband over to explain my behavior...or maybe we can quickly move homes. Oh, I'm embarrassed.
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