The Washing Machine Did It

I've often wondered, when watching an action movie, what it feels like to get punched. The door of my washing machine revealed it to me this week: it hurts.

I was sifting through laundry on the floor and turned up to throw it in the machine but, thanks to 2-week-old clean unironed shirts hanging on the line above me, did not see the door waiting to smack my cheekbone. Still learning simple lessons the hard way.

Ben and I went to see "Date Night" last night and I almost missed half the movie because I was laughing so hard my eyes watered but it hurt to wipe the tears away. Oh man it was funny. The opening scene could have been filmed at my house.