After work on Friday, I went across the street to issue a last minute invite to a “Pampered Chef” party I got sucked into hosting for my best friend Ange.
As I leave the neighbors home, I step on a rotten board in their deck. It breaks. My left leg goes through the deck, and the momentum propels me forward. I grab for the railing.(blur a minute) I am then standing on the deck in incredible pain, but I dont want them to know I am hurt because I like the lady across the street, and she feels REALLY bad, I find myself comforting her, and then I go home, trying not to limp.
Well, it is Sat morning, the damn kids had me up at 8:20, and I have a multitude of injuries. There is a dark blue/black bruise on the inside of my left calf, just above my ancle (its the size of a mans hand), my right wrist is very tender(I must have hit it on the rail), my right bicep is sore and feels stretched, the side of my right breast is very tender, and all my muscles feel a bit twisted. In short, I feel like I had the crap beat outta me.
I havnt seen or heard from ‘B’ since Wed night and I was a tiny bit sharp with him…I was trying to watch something on tv, and he kept going in the kitchen and asking me questions quietly so I would have to ask him “what?” over and over…I think he thought it was funny…anyway, he asked me something,and I said very sharply "WHAT?? and he stopped. Anyway, his feathers might be a bit ruffled.
My friends that came over last weekend, the Mrs. who is very straight,and her husband, one of my close friends, and talking divorce…and I get to watch!
So, I’m hanging out with them alot right now…too tense.
My dad is readly to strangle my stepmom too…she had surgery a while back,and dad says she is sucking it up for all she is worth. There isone MORE placeyou wont catch me…I HATE conflict.
On the up side, my house is spotless.
How much longer till Monday?