If You Can't...

If you can't laugh at yourself, who can? Good question, right?

Great question until about 4 o'clock this afternoon, when I was finishing up putting groceries away. I take grandma, when she needs to go and today happened to be one of those days. All went fairly well, although the stores seemed to be packed. Dropping her off went smoothly and even unloading my car of kids and food! I am still fairly thankful for that!

But, I wish I knew where it all went wrong! I heard my husband pull up in the drive and I thought that I should finish putting the last few boxes of cereal away quickly, so I could run out the door and ask him to bring the juice boxes and diapers and wipes in, when he came in. I turned around quickly and rose up from the floor even faster and that, my internet friends, is when it happened! I busted my nose on the open cabinet door! I immediately realized that I could not see, so I crouched down on the floor! I waited there for a few seconds (most of forever) until my eyes were able to focus. My next step was to check for blood! My nose must have started running in sympathy for itself, because I would have sworn that I was going to be bleeding! Much to my delight, I was not! Ok, so maybe there was no delight any where to be found, but go with me on this, k?! I rose to my feet. I walked around in circles a bit and then out to the living room. After I realized that I was going to live, I started to cry. *@!% that hurt! I was so UGH!

Right about the time I had the "I'm gonna live" epiphany, my husband walked in and asked what was wrong! KILL ME! I mean, to say that I asked him to get the juice boxes and the diapers, through my tears.

Next grocery trip, he is putting EVERYTHING in those vile cabinets!