This is how you kinda sorta break a cell phone:
Also, I was tracking my Namaste messenger bag online and discovered that it had been delivered yesterday to my apartment complex, so on my lunch break I ran (figuratively) home to go and get it. In my excitement upon receiving said package, I kind of did this:
when leaving the apartment manager’s office when I ran into the storm door that I had just entered through to pick up the package. I was holding my keys right there and they some managed to remove some of the skin there. (Apparently the keys don’t care to be jostled in such a manner. Who knew?) So great was my excitement that I somehow forgot there was a door there. D’oh! I also bonked my incredibly greasy forehead into the storm door. I’m going to go off on a little tangent right here. How is it that my forehead can be so greasy and yet my legs are so dry? WHY is my forehead bogarting all the oil that my body produces? This is one of life’s great mysteries, I think.
Anyway, back to the bag. Dude. It is so cool. And big! It’s much bigger than I thought it would be. I’ve got Little Man’s sock in there, the other 2 skeins of sock yarn, 3 leftover balls of yarn, one full ball of yarn, and the BoBA Scarf in there as well as my notions bag, my big thing of eucalan, my knitting journal and a bunch of patterns and it is nowhere close to being filled up. This thing is AWESOME!
ooohhhhh, you must share where this came from…
Ouch! Get a new phone like mine, to validate my choice. It has an MP3 player so you can stop dropping your iPod.
Does it have a camera too? That way I could kill 3 birds with one stone when I drop the phone.
sorry about your camera…and your injury!! Been there done that!!! But OHHH….all the excitement was worth the bag!!