This is where my watch is in the hospital under observation:
There I was, walking along, minding my own business when I turned a corner and ... bam! The heel of one of my very cute and very fashionable little bottines slipped on an errant leaf and just like that I was down. Of course, I caught my fall by sticking my hand out in a typically instinctive move...and as effective as that little reflex was in softening my fall, *that* hand happened to also be the hand upon which I wear my watch...worn rather loosely like a bracelet.
That's right...instead of *my* face being mashed into the stone walkway, it was the face of my watch that took the grit in its teeth. Yup, one of those fancy-schmancy watches that lasts a life time. ouch. Now it's on life-support in the Hospital For Fine Watches Worn By Clumsy Women.
I'm at an art fair today. Send your good thoughts that the cards are a hit! Of course, I've no idea how long I'll be there...uhhhh, no watch!
Enjoy the weekend.