I am a dumb azz, my dear friends. And it ain’t no joke when I tell you that I could have put my eye out this morning, or cut an artery or something.
It all started with my morning Shakeology ritual. Everything was going fine and dandy. I slurped it down and then approached the blender for cleaning out the portion that I was saving for Health-hater, but he didn’t come downstairs in time and it melted.
There was a metal pie slicer already in the blender – it kind of looks like this. I’ve been using that thing to scoop ‘n scrap the shake into my cup (don’t ask). With the top now off the blender and the pie slicer inside, instead of powering the damn thing off, I hit “crush ice”.
I don’t know how fast that blade spins, but it was powerful enough to cause the metal pie slicer to spin so fast that it shattered the glass and then flew across the kitchen at top speed. Not only that, but there was Shakeology on the floor, the cabinets, the kitchen blinds, the ceiling, and all over ME (thank you, husband, for cleaning that up), plus broken glass EVERYWHERE.
It wasn’t until I was done lamenting my now defunct blender that I realized I was injured. A shard of glass put a gash in my leg. And as I write this, I think there’s a very fine piece of shard stuck in my face, because it hurts and I gotta go check on that right now.
There’s something husband said that stuck out to me when I was still whining about the blender:
“Why are you complaining about things that can be replaced? That glass could have hit you in your eye. Just be thankful you’re not hurt worse.”
Ugh. He’s right. And now I wonder, what else have I been whining-complaining about that could be easily fixed or change or rectified? I’ve got lots to think about. And I need to check my face for glass shards, so I’ll talk to ya soon.