ANOTHER FREE DAY

Ya know, I had been thinking I was stubbing my toe a lot lately. I was even bending over and nicked my forehead on the corner of a kitchen cupboard the other day (I still have a scab and a bruise). What's my problem? You'd think I was going thru puberty all over again or something. My mom always said I was graceful (love her), but I feel as though I'm repelling any such vibes these last few days. And then today, I was being a good wife, mother and all around member of society by trying to manage my finances and pay my bills, when I realized I needed something in my bedroom. Not wanting a certain little gentlemen to come throw around my strategically placed documents and invoices like it was New Year's confetti, I quickly (wish I could say gracefully) ran to the bedroom. I had just barely rounded the corner when: WHAM! the corner of Ryder's door frame hit my foot. It was the doozy of all toe stubs. After yelling "Ouch" enough times to see I was alarming Ryder, I proceeded to cry for the next 15 minutes about the pain...and well every other little thing that was or could potentially go wrong in the next year with a smile on my face, repeating over and over again to him, "Everything's fine, everything's fine". It's like the flood gates just opened! (It was kind of releasing, actually). But man, it hurt. In my woes, I called Phil for some good sympathy who, like any good husband should, asked me to take a picture and send it to him. I willingly agreed. I then thought, why should I deprive the rest of you from seeing my owie... ...I'm really hoping this is just a phase.