Life Imitating Art

18 October 2009, 08:46

McG and I had just finished watching “Final Destination 2” (a guilty pleasure of mine – love the ridiculous and creative domino-effect death scenes) and I was silently musing about the whole “cheating death” thing and how I was 5 minutes away from blowing my aneurysm at 70 kph down Bell Street a few months ago. Wondering if Death does indeed have a design etc. etc. blah blah blah.

We’d shut everything off for the night, and for some reason McG went into the pantry where a massive oil bottle fell on his head. It guzzled quite a bit of oil on the floor, which he thought he’d cleared up.

I had to walk through the oil puddle, got oil on my feet and was very conscious of not slipping over. Had a whinge to McG that oil was all over the floor and could he please clean it up. Cleaned the oil off my feet, pleased to have avoided disaster, went into the bedroom, walked across the rug to put something on the daybed and went arse over tit, falling onto my hip with a jolt and banging my arm really hard.

It hurt like the bejeezus but fuck, was the timing funny. All shits and giggles in Casa Kinki.

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