After publishing yesterday’s post (all about how I fell in the shower and the subsequent pity party I threw for myself), I managed to trip no less than four times in front of Brian, nearly wiping out each time.
In complete seriousness, he looked at me and said, “If you don’t stop it, I’m going to wrap you in bubble wrap.”
Cuz I’m first class cargo, readers.
Thanks for all your comments and concerns. I’m on the mend and feeling much better (and brighter) today. But don’t be surprised if, the next time you see me, I’m wrapped in yards of bubble wrap. He sounded serious, y’all.