I kinda muffed up the NaBloPoMo thing…
But it’s not my fault. It really, really isn’t. Grab your favorite designer coffee’d concoction and sit down for a minute like we’re girlfriends. I have a story for ya.
Halloween was rushed and hurried as I had to work that day. The kids had a wonderful time and there was oodles of candy to be eaten by all. Lex had school the next day so we cut our trick or treating short and bustled back to the car. Everything was nice and peaceful and lovely. And then Thursday happened.
I was having a PMS-induced psychotic episode. I yelled at Luke for breathing the wrong way that morning. We took Lex to school and came home. Luke went peepee on the potty like a big boy and I decided to treat him to McDonald’s for doing such a great job. And, of course, in redemption for my behavior in the morning.
As it’s 50 below zero here (well, it’s in the 40’s…. shuddup), I picked a McDonald’s with a PlayLand. Mistake number one. We ordered our lunch and ate as our arteries clogged inside of our thermalized chests. After eating Luke went to play in the PlayLand. To make a long story short, he broke his arm. At McDonald’s. The place that was supposed to be his reward for good behavior.
We spent six hours in the ER. They reset it, cast it and sent us home. We have follow-ups with the orthopedic doctor scheduled for the next 10 years. Or so it seems.
And not to sound like my dog ate my homework or anything, but the fucker did eat my laptop power supply. I have another one now, and everything is right in the world again.
AND, I am now Mrs. Booker. So, getting married kinda interfered with my blog writing time. Photos here should you be interested in taking a peek.
Sorry, internets. I’ll do better this second week. I promise. Tell my kids to stop going to the damn hospital though!
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