Today, after a tough day at work (okay, okay - it wasn't that tough) I felt like having a beer at home. One of the things I seem to never learn is that some of the local bottles come with a twist-off cap. When I then go ahead and open them with my highly masculine kitchen knife technique, the result tends to be catastrophic. Luckily all that happened today was that the cap disappeared magically. A few minutes later I found out that the cap had in fact landed on my head which is at the moment covered with thick winter fur.
3 comments:
Ooh, colours!
I like that the cap did a loop on its way to the top of your head, magical indeed!
I love this!
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