Secret Confession of a Sonic Screwdriver-Wielding Underrock Dweller

For a brief moment this morning, I assumed Cyber Monday was a Doctor Who anniversary.


That’s what I get for watching the library’s copies of the first two Doctor Eleven seasons over the past week. Or that’s my excuse, anyway.

But once the True Meaning of Cyber Monday was explained to me, I managed to snag both seasons for a very good price.

Which kind of makes it Doctor Who Day after all . . .

Hey—when’s Torchwood Day?


What have you been watching lately?



*I’ll turn in my Geek Card and pick up a Loser Badge  first thing tomorrow, promise.  I’m keeping my Nerd Card, though—I’ve earned it.


For my next trick . . .

This is what I think happened yesterday afternoon.

I think I hooked my right foot in a loop of old carton strap and stepped on part of it with my left.  So when I tried to take another right step, my foot didn’t move and I hit the asphalt in what, I’m told, would have been a perfect pratful if I’d been wearing kneeguards.

I wasn’t.

What’s worse, I was holding hands with Janie at the time and took her down with me.  We did let go on the way, so all the fall did was skin her elbow and scare the hell out of her.

My husband saw to her, while I sat up and assessed the damage as best I could without taking my pants off in the parking lot: two stinging knees and two scuffed palms.  I didn’t mind so much about the palms, since they kept the pratfall from turning into a face plant, but I was worried about the knees, since they weren’t in the best of shape before I decided to test the theory that walking is just unsuccessful falling.*

Sunny pulled the strap off my foot and put it on the curb, “So you won’t trip on it again, Mommy.”  Thanks, kid.

I decided I was fine and after I figured out how to get up, we proceeded to the grocery store, a tear-streaked Janie glued to my side.  Halfway through, I was hobbling and trying not to show Janie how much it hurt.

When we arrived home, I checked both knees and discovered a spectacular abrasion on my right knee and a rainbow** contusion on my left.

Luckily, nothing is broken, though my right knee doesn’t care to bend or straighten .  And my upper arms, which apparently absorbed most of the impact, ache.  

But I have to say, the kids were very good the rest of the day—they even uncovered most of the carpet in their playroom*** without complaining. For forty minutes.

Plus, I got a blog entry out of it . . .  and a chance to practice my First Aid skills with Wonderwoman sterile pads and Spiderman medical tape.

So while I can’t recommend the experience, it could have been a lot worse—I could have the Bat Signal on my nose.


*And succeeded.

**If rainbows favored tones of mustard and prune and were given to clinical depression.

*** Which looked like the sales floor of FAO Schwartz after an 6.2 earthquake.