But then the kittens detected our presence and set in with their craziness. Dive bombing from the backs of high chairs. Chewing on dangling cords. Pouncing on Blackie, who is still not crazy about them...which means a fight ensued.
Wait, you didn't know we had kittens? Oh how this poor blog is neglected. More to come...soon, I hope.
Jerry could not study and I could not work. The kittens had to be locked up.
This great 1960s house once had a patio. Said patio, was long ago enclosed and currently houses our playroom. However, the humongo glass doors are still intact. We have camouflaged them with curtains until we decide if we are going to sheet rock or just install prettier doors.
Jerry locked the kittens in the playroom by sliding the glass doors shut. Problem solved.
We went about our study and work.
Almost two hours later it was time to get Lily up and ready for school. Picture day no less. I was trying to find the longer of her two black uniform ties. I figured they must have stayed in her dance bag after changing last week. The dance bag hangs in the playroom. I was going to quickly retrieve them in the morning rush.
But I was stopped. Dead in my tracks. My nose caught all of the force of my body going forward as it smashed into the glass door.
It was loud. I wasn't even sure what had just happened to me. Jerry wanted to laugh, but my instant tears informed him not to.
The door did not break. It may have been less painful if it had. Had my nose though? No blood or crookedness. I guess not. Shear pain though. Congestion and a bit of swelling...maybe just from my tears?
While I can't wait to see the bruising as the day progresses, my husband just can't wait to laugh.
As he walked out the door to work, he asked, "Can I at least laugh now?"
"No! It still hurts", I replied.
Then he prodded me to at least open the glass door again so I could see the mark my face had made on the glass when I had smacked into it.
Sure enough...I did and then I laughed. But he is still not allowed to.
4 comments:
oh no Kerry! That is horrible and hilarious at the same time. Hope the bruising isn't too bad. Just stopped by your blog to see what's going on in your neighborhood. Miss you. When can we get together?
Kristin
OUCH!
ahhhh...i love early, early mornings! i also love late nights, too. although they don't go together very well. :0)
Oh goodness!! You know, with the title, as soon as I read the part where the sliding glass doors were shut, I knew what was going to happen. I was cringing, just knowing it was coming. I have to tell you, I have done that before. It is SUCH a shock to the system, isn't it? It just...stuns you. It's an awful feeling. Hope your nose is o.k.
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