I was sitting on the floor in front my entertainment center, searching for Tarzan. The monkeys wanted to watch it, while I had my shower. We found the movie, and I was putting back the CD holder thingy, shut the cupboard door, and...
I have this really cute tile thingy with vinyl lettering that says "Families are Forever" being held up a really cute rod iron easel.
Well, somehow it lost it's balance, and came crashing down from on top of my entertainment center, landing smack dab on my forehead, bounced, hit my forehead again, then ricocheted, and before I could register what was happening, and reached out to grab it, it hit Peter in the head.
My head took the brunt of the blow, so Peter was OK after being consoled. Not me.
There is something about being hit in the head with a piece of tile, and brings out my inner crazy lady.
Not a pretty sight.
So, this morning, I looked something like this.....
And now, after "the accident" I look more like this.....
Not to mention the massive headache I've been carrying around all day. The 478 ounces of Cherry Coke I drank today, just doesn't seem to be doing the trick.