new frames and scars ...

My Thursday was one of those days -- it wasn't all that bad, but neither did it stand out as spectacular or fun or anything like that. Meetings galore. That should tell you something.

I also had to replace my relatively brand-new glasses frames. I fell asleep with them on early in the a.m., and later on got a phone call. Groggily, I tried to spring up to find the phone and sat on them, snapping one of the arms. That's what I get for sleeping in instead of getting up 15 minutes earlier like I was supposed to.

I did a quick fix of the arm -- thank you Instant Krazy Glue and heavy-duty packaging tape!

This lasted me long enough (past lunch) to get to my optometrist, who luckily still had the same kind of frames in stock, although none with the silver frames with black arms; I had to go black-with-black, same as my prescription sunglasses. And I even got a 20-percent discount! Woohoo!

SCARRED FOR LIFE
We all have them -- scars, I mean. Those of you who don't have at least one scar somewhere either lived a very sheltered life, or are, in fact, pod people that have replace the real, scarred versions of you!

I probably have more than my share.

On my hands alone -- I have four scars on my left hand, four on my right. Have a few on my legs and feet. I have a few on my arms. But the place with the greatest concentration of scars is my head. I have some on my forehead/browridge. And, as you can see in the photo below, I have multiple scars on the top and back of my head.

Causes of some of my scars:

• Fish hook: stepped on one in my early teen years, it pushed through my foot at the outer edge. Pop's solution? Needlenose pliers, one hand on my ankle, yank out sideways. Ouch.

• Cats: Some pretty deep scratches, including a time or two in which a entire cat was suspended in the air only by a claw deep in my skin.

• Younger brother James: My right thumb still bear the marks of his fingernails, which he clamped into me in one of those quiet brother-brother fights during church that my parents didn't catch.

• Knife cuts: A few here and there from unwise and unsafe methods of carving.

• Miscellaneous: Some sports injuries (football and basketball on asphalt), some general kid hijinks, bike wipeouts, scratches and scrapes, etc.

• Fights: This is where the majority of my scars come from, especially the ones on my knuckles. Ditto the ones on my forehead and head ... a couple of them from beer bottles smashed over my rather thick skull. I got into a lot of fights when I was in elementary and middle school -- being the fat kid who was also athletic, strong, hotheaded and didn't take shit from anyone. But that was before I matured. Oh, and a few in high school and a rumbles in college in bar fights and the like ... so I didn't mature completely early on. LOL

ADDENDUM!
• Surgery: Chrissie's comment made me remember that I left out a big scar ... the one in the middle of my back, from my spinal surgery when I was a young DZER, the one that made school folks over the years think I had scoliosis! LOL

So what are your major scars?

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