Friday, December 31, 2010

healing garden

We have a small shower. I must admit I've thought of Super Man stepping into a phone booth as I've slid open its door. It was partly because of the space issue that a container of shower gel leapt off the shelf this morning. Employing some obscure law of physics, it flew in a perfect arc and landed at its narrowest, sharpest edge on my unsuspecting toe. Not my brave big toe, but my wimpy middle toe. I felt an explosion of pain. While I was thinking dark thoughts not lawful to be uttered, I bent to retrieve the offending missile. As my bleary eyes cleared, I could just make out the brand, The Healing Garden.

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