Then, something terrible happened. Jen was getting ready to fix her breakfast and sat me down on the kitchen counter. Then she noticed that the dishwasher was full of clean dishes that needed to be put away. Of course, she completely forgot about what we were doing and tended to the task at hand, being compulsive about such things. Unfortunately, as she was putting away a Pryex loaf pan, her hand lost its grip, and I saw something much larger and heavier than I coming straight down out of the air towards me! I was terrified and tried to jump out of the way, but I was struck, and then knocked to the floor!
I think I was in shock. I was not too worried, as all my limbs were still attached - until I saw the look on Jen's face. I believe she was fighting back the tears, trying not to alarm me. My nose was broken! The very tip of my nose was as flat as a pancake, and there was a spot of white where my skin should have been! Thankfully, she was determined not to let this separate such good friends, and set to work to make me better. She smoothed the edges of my wound, gave me a facial, some nice varnish and antiquing and more varnish. While she had her cosmetics out, she also touched up some scuff marks on my shoes. And, since she was feeling so guilty, she gave my underthings a nice pressing with her big steam iron.
I am feeling ever so much better now, and enjoyed watching the snow fall today from the hutch in the kitchen. Jen worked from home to avoid having to face the potential of sleet and freezing rain in the evening commute. As it turned out, rush hour fell between snow storms.
So that you don't worry too much about me, I'm posting a picture of myself, fully recovered. I believed that I've come out of this frightening experience just as good as ever - if not better. And now, I have a smaller nose than my sister, Hitty Rosemary.
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