I am often called clumsy. I have been my whole life. From accidentally kicking over pint glasses to falling off walls, I’ve always been a little bit accident prone. Or was it really an accident?
On the way to the kitchen at around 9:30pm last night to make a cup of tea, I was attacked once again by the door frame. It bit me and I thought I was going to end up with another bruise this morning, but the pink marks from last night have faded. I sure was glad that this recent attack by the doorframe happened on the way to the kitchen this time and not when I had a hot cup of tea in my hand. Read the rest of this entry
I was Tweeting yesterday with @MyDyslexicWorld (please give them a follow!) about dyslexia and learning to laugh at it. It made me think that this was a very important point that I wanted to bring up in my #blogging4charity series! So L is not for learning or language, it is for being able to laugh at your quirks and mistakes. Read the rest of this entry