We had set the small dome tent up in the back yard for the kids to sleep in while my brother and sister-in-law were here. The kids had enjoyed some fun nights out there during the week, but Paul and I decided on Thursday it was time to take the tent down. Jacob had torn a small hole in the netting – which I am going to attempt to patch. I figured I would be the good helpful wife and approached the tent.
I grasped one of the tent poles and pulled it out from it’s loop. Quicker than I could blink the pole slipped from my hand and whisked through the air – a deadly arc slicing the air. As it lept toward the sky it caught my upper lip and flipped it up so fast, I thought it was going to be sitting there vibrating back and forth for the entire evening. My lipped swelled up bigger than a cherry, bruised, and bled a little.
Once Paul knew I was allright, he was trying his hardest not to bust up laughing – until I finally said, “It’s okay dear, you can laugh – it was pretty funny. But, if the swelling doesn’t go down by Saturday you are not taking a photos of me & I am not going anywhere. Well – Friday the swelling was way down, and today it was nearly gone – it turned pretty colors, but at least it didn’t look like I had some sort of abnormal growth on my lip.
So, I can add another item to the “Be careful or you might poke your eye out” list.
So, the birthday was a lot of fun – the funniest gift (my present from James, of course):
The Bestest B-day present: My beloved backwards goofy watch was loosing time – my faithful husband managed to track me down a new one – a near impossible feat. 🙂