This past week everything was just going so well. I had spent Friday just getting to play in the yard, had tilled my garden, cleaned up some of my lily beds and made a nice supper and had fun afterwards.
Saturday we got in an early round at the Par 3 Golf course, yes I actually did fairly good which is wonderful for the ego, then took mom and dad out to the brewery for a early supper. It was the first day they had the big BBG smoker in so the men were set for some smoking ribs. And they did not disappoint as they were fantastic and with the sides, never saw those 2 so happy in there life. Beer was not bad either.
Sunday morning was a rainy, windy day so breakfast in bed, hey why not? Funny that he still likes me to wear just a bra when we have sex, whatever floats his boat. It was time to change the cat’s littler box so off I went to the garage then trouble began as I was not done with the tiller as I had parked it near a bench where the litter was. I moved a pump up sprayer, changed his box, then turned around, sprayer fell over, tripped over it and fell on top of the tiller. Over we went, I laid there and began yelling for my husband. He finally heard me, separated me from the tiller and got me inside and on the coach. Oh by the way, fix the litter box.
I had driven my glasses into the bridge of my nose, busted half my lip on the right side, scrapped up my hand and and bruised my right shoulder and ended up making a beautiful shade of deep purple on my hip and right leg. Very sore but getting better, felt like a broken rib but luckily did not. Managed to go to work for 2 days, day off today helped, will go tend bar tomorrow Still sore but Advil is sure working.
Hubby has helped me with it, cooked for me every night, told him I will make it up to him. Told me I need to get some lighting bolt tattoos coming out of the deep purple on my leg. Would he ever shit if I did.