On the downside (and when you get down to it, utterly unrelated*, as, by the way, is the photo), I am concussed, and have a monster headache. Saturday night, during a hockey game, I got launched onto my head like a short Hispanic projectile. I don’t usually complain to refs, but this time I was all: Dude. PAY ATTENTION. Because although I am fine with them not calling all of the trips and hooks I get, and don’t get too fussed about the old clutch-and-grab or punching in the corner (which the refs can’t usually see, anyway, but is still considered Poor Etiquette, as is butt-ending, another tough-to-see cheapie), hitting from behind is not cool. In any league, checking or not (and old lady hockey is non-check). At all. And it was the reason I landed on my head. At any rate, my doctor has forbidden exercise of any sort for at least a week (cleaning the bathroom, it turns out, counts as exercise. I checked with my doctor. Heh.), and no hockey for two to three. Which is kind of a bummer, because I love to skate.
So while my brain tries to recover from being bounced extra-hard, I can at least happily contemplate an October free of sewing and hot-glue guns. And sort out a way to get the lobster to attack the gladiator, because that would be AWESOME.
And yes, my brain-bruising appears to have led to extra all-caps... ness. I’m pretty sure I can come up with a chart for Crappy! Chart! Thursday! that handicaps the lobster vs. gladiator cage match, and how it was totally worth the dent in my frivolous shoe budget.