Reaching for the Anvil of Knowledge
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
You see, sometimes we all need to reach for what I call the Anvil of Knowledge and bang our heads against it repeatedly until:
A) We get a clue.
B) Someone steps forward just in time to stop us and offer a hug or chocolate.
C) We lose consciousness.
D) Wisdom strikes and we donate our anvils to a fraternity house. They'll have fun with them, I'm sure. ;)
Don't get me wrong: the Anvil of Knowledge has its purpose. And I really could have used it on Sunday when I backed out of doing a strenuous physical activity (ju-jitsu -- stop laughing, it's true) and then, out of self-induced peer pressure, rejoined the melee.
I ended up spraining my right ankle badly enough to have the DH set up my sleeping arrangements on the main floor as stairs were an impossible obstacle. I'm taking a chance and sleeping upstairs tonight, as Zaphod really likes the couch and tends to chew on my face while I sleep on his bed.
Gotta love the Kitten of Mass Destruction.
Okay, and if the ju-jitsu fiasco wasn't bad enough, I let my guard down again on a repetitive-stress client who, you guessed it, served me up with some repetitive stress. ;) Fortunately there is a bit of light at the end of this particular tunnel -- and I can use all the details in a made-for-TV movie starring Lindsay Lohan or Nick Nolte, whoever isn't in jail or rehab when the time comes.
How about you? Do you have a need for a slightly used Anvil of Knowledge?
posted by Bonnie Staring at 11:11 PM