All my birdies are back in the nest and that means the amount of laundry I do has increased 10 fold. I did a couple of loads of Evan's camp stuff. That was interesting. We (Evan and I) couldn't figure out what could possibly be banging away in the dryer. I stopped the dryer a few times to search for the source of noise but in the end I gave up and went to sleep to the rhythmic ka-bump ka-bump ka-bump of the unknown dryer drum thumper.
This morning I got some folding done early on. Here is a sampling of what came out of the dryer that Evan can't wear. A wrapper from an ice cream sandwich, a wrapper from a ice cream bar, 3 individual sized bags of smart pop pop corn, another ice ream wrapper, a wrapper from a cereal bar, wood chips, one formerly all yellow pillow case covered with zig zag pen lines, one formerly very nice pair of men's 30 inch waist gap shorts covered in big black ink splotches, a black pen (surprise surprise!) and .... drum roll please, a golf ball! And that was just the first load!
I was convinced for a few hours this morning that I had broken my wrist last night. You see, like the total spaz that I am, I jumped off a water trampolne holding scuba gear on one hand and somehow when I hit the water I wrenched that gear holding wrist. The pain was so bad in the middle of the night that it woke me up and I slept the last 4 hours of sleep cradling my delicate left wrist. Once awake I realized that I could do nothing with that hand without feeling incredible pain and I had to let it hang awkwardly and lifelessly down by my side. The hand swelled up so much just hanging there that I could barely bend my fingers. So I took my aching incredible hulk sized hand, along with my pain free regular sized hand to my chiro's best chiro friend who happens to have a practice in utopia, (awesome right?) and I was sure he was going to send me off to an orthopedist for a cast, but instead he started pinching popping and pulling on my hulk hand and before I could say AAARRRGGGHHHHH!, turn green and rip my clothes up, my hand was unswelled and the pain was down to a fraction of what it had been on my way in the door. It was a miracle! And I did not end up in a carefully chosen special colored water cast! Yahoo!
Now if only my plane to Florida doesn't crash and burn tomorrow I am in good shape!
And YES Danelle, lil sis is going down also. We will be sorting and crying and trying to keep dad out of our hair together. It ain't gonna be pretty and I will be iphone posting for the next fews days, so posting will be light. Wish me luck. I am dreading this week.
Just get it over with. Try to work in one fun thing maybe between your sis and you that will make it bearable. I will be thinking of you!
Posted by: danelle | July 22, 2008 at 12:54 AM