Life's little amusements

The ROFL Awards are something I've been vaguely aware of for a little while...'vaguely aware' meaning, of course, I've been lusting after one of those little buttons more than Lindsay Lohan does after a cheeseburger (she doesn't? She should). Anyway, I read the post of this month's recipient and I found it so apt; so true. True enough to want to add my little photo to the mix. Well, kind of. I apologise for the quality of the photo. I hope you can see the stain.This is only a section of it. This isn't breast milk. No, it's blood splatter. Six year old blood splatter, to be exact. One of my bodily amusements is to occasionally manifest a projectile nosebleed. It's about as fun as it sounds, and at these times I end up walking around like an extra from the Saw movies. This one went all over the wall and I stared at it and thought, "How long can I go without cleaning this wall?" Six years and counting. I think a little part of me - the prima donna - wants someone to notice it and then I can say all innocently: "Oh, that, yes, wow, that was an accident and a half! Cut my finger and almost severed the artery! Look at the blood trajectory! CSI would love a look at it!" Oh, yes, I'm a great little housewife.