Picture this.

I thought I would give you an update

on the condition my lip condition is in.

Alas, I am too inept to get a picture.

I cannot figure how to turn the flash off.

When I take a picture

close enough to show my lip,

there is a huge white spot from the flash.

Dang the bad luck.

I know you would want to see it.

It is a sight to behold.

Actually, most people 

probably would not notice.

I have a large bruise on  my lip.

However, it is more on the inside

than the outside.

I try not to walk around 

with my lips

turned out this way.

I have a cut on both sides from my tooth 

so now I have the makings of a scab.

Nice.

Unfortunately, eating was not a problem.

Consumption was not hindered in the least.

Bummer.

Although, while I was desperately trying

to photograph myself I saw something

I thought I would share.

I am a collector.

You know I had the antique shop blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, I collect things

some would say are weird, quirky.

I say most awesome stuff.

I have a small stash 
that has gone to pot, so to say.

Little stools from doll houses,
the clear glass one is a perfume bottle... 
what was that scent?

A couple are ashtrays,
the big pink one holds your smokes and your ashes,
and the keychain is too cute.

It takes up residence in my bath

in an old cabinet

with open shelves.
Funny story about stools...

Now Stuart is smart,
a jack of all trades,
but the boy cannot spell
to save his life.
Side note,
has anyone ever had to spell
to save a life?
Why would that be used 
to prevent death?
Moving on...
When we were building our addition
we had an supply list on the counter
for our trip to Menard's.
He had written on the list...
wax ring, toliet, and other stuff.
I laughed and being 
the kind and ever considerate wife
said, "that is not how you spell toilet,
 you spell it  t -o-i-l-e-t.
He didn't respond.
I left the room to finish getting ready.
As we were on the way to Menard's
I see he has changed the list. 
It now read wax ring, toliet shitter.
 He always makes me laugh!