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Wednesday, January 03, 2007

JAM- A - LAMMA - DING DONG

I have this hope chest that my greatgrandfather made for my greatgrandmother.
I am so fond of it, that my husband often questions whether or not it was carved from the Ark of the Covenant or the One True Cross or what-have-you.
It sits at the foot of my bed, the way a hope chest should.
Last night, in my typical absent minded hurry of putting my kids to bed I went past it, ran into it (as always) and JAMMED a piece of splinter the size of a palm tree into the back of my leg.
Okay, it wasn't the size of a palm tree.
It was THIS size.
Now, imagine that you have to PULL most of that out of the soft, tender, fat part of your thigh (okay I don't have a THIN part of my thigh - leave me alone.)

Got the Willies yet?

Here, to make the shuddering stop, here is a cute picture of the Baby Birth of Cool who fell asleep watching Zoboomafoo.

Your heebeejeebies should be all better now!

4 comments:

Elizabeth said...

OMG that splinter is HUUUUGE! Ow ow ow!

But aww, your son is so cute in that photo.

Izzy said...

I was all WHAT THE HAIL IS THAT???????

Yeah, Zoboomafoo puts me right out, too. But my daughter? A HUGE fan...

Lumpyheadsmom said...

ouch.

Rebecca said...

Oh dear Lord, that makes me hurt just to see it! And thats all I have to say about that!