A Little Divine Retribution

So it has been a good while since I last posted on my blog, but I am itching to get back to a normal posting schedule, especially since I don't get to talk to a lot of my friends that live outside the area. Anyhow- I am typing this painfully slowly as my right hand is swollen and covered in Band-aids. Why? You may ask, and I will tell you.
Last night, I made the mistake of going around the house, checking on the girls, and making sure the house was ready for bed... You know- lights out, air on, little buggies covered with their soft blankets, etc. I saw Brandon's phone on the table next to the couch, and I grabbed it. It is sort-of his backup alarm for the morning, and I wanted him to know where it was. So as I was walking back into our room, he made the gesture to toss the phone to him, I did. It landed on his special manly place, and hurt him really bad. Now- it was a TOTAL accident, and I was very very sorry that it happened. I can't throw worth a damn, and even if I had tried to hit him there, I couldn't make it. But- after he doubled over in pain, I laughed. I laughed hard, I almost cried. I knew he was hurt, and I was telling him how sorry I was, but it was just funny to see him with his face in the pillow. At first I thought it didn't hit him there, and he was just acting, but nope. Bullseye.
So that brings us to today. I'm a believer in karma. Not the whole truly spiritual Tibetan monk karma, just the you hurt someone yesterday, you will hurt today kind. So- as I was walking out of the daycare this morning, I nearly got to my car and realized that the keys to the car where back in my Cici's classroom. So I turned around and tried to jog back in. Well- I was stepping (hopping) over some sand and gravel that collects near the curb and caught my foot on the concrete step, thus tumbling ass over teakettle this morning. And, of course, my best friends husband saw the whole thing, plus two or three other parents. So- my right hand is all scraped up, as is my right shoulder and left knee, plus I think I might have broken one or more tiny bones in my hand. Divine retribution, betches!
Now I am debating on whether to take my wimpy self to the Primed to get an x-ray done, or simply tough it out and have my OB/GYN look at it tomorrow and have him tell me if I should go somewhere and get it looked at. Yes, I said my gyno. He is my favorite dr., and he will steer me in the right direction. Anyway, that's it for this morning. Maybe I'll get hit by a car this afternoon, and then for real need to do some good deeds to get out of my negative karma state.