I had a freak accident last night that had a mildly humorous outcome. I posted a picture and the story to Facebook, then deleted it immediately. Why? Because

A. I didn’t want the well-meaning but fun-squashing comments along the lines of “OH NO WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!” and “Tea Tree Oil, trust me.”

B. I didn’t want the pure snark, which these days is along the lines of “LOL senior moment!!”

Basically I wanted people to appreciate my story in the exact way that I intended and to post only insightful comments with the appropriate level and kind of humor that aligns with my tastes.

So yeah, the blog seems to be the place for me to dump stuff like this. And since no one comments I can pretend that thousands of people are reading and appreciating in a hambox-approved, non-snarky way.

Can I tell the story now? (I’m fully aware of my total crabbiness today. My active sleeplife is exhausting. Last night, sleep-me decided to remove the toilet paper from its holder and tuck it into my bed. I awoke with TP wound around my arms. There’s another story I won’t share with FB.)

I was about to cross my street last night, mid-block. I was clutching a stack of bills and reaching for my car keys in my purse when my body misjudged the curb somehow. I stumbled and started to fall between two parked cars. I tried to catch myself with my left arm and managed to jam my fingers into a truck’s grille. That was the mail-holding hand, so the paper provided a buffer, otherwise I’d be all cut up. As it is, startling hand bruises are appearing. I’m a little sore all over but it could’ve been a disaster!

Maybe that TP story was more worth the detailed telling. Thanks for “listening,” blog.