I escaped death today!

When my feet hit the floor yesterday morning, I said, "Oh crap! It's Friday the 13th!" I knew that after the week I'd had, this day just might do me in. I've always been one to hate Friday the 13th. I don't know if it's in my head or it just really happens that way, but something always happens to me on Friday the 13th.

I was sure that yesterday was no exception to the rule. But actually, my day was fine. Our only problem turned out to be later last night. Left Brain and I try to reserve Friday nights from about 5pm-9pm for our date nights. We always try to be sure and spend Friday evenings together without the boys. Left Brain's parents always watch the boys for us, and it's super easy because they live right across the field from our house. We drop the boys off on the way to dinner and pick them up when we are finished. It's perfect really. They love to spend time with the boys and we love to have adult conversations without someone bringing up boogers. Perfection.

So, last night we dropped them off at the in-laws. We had just about finished dinner and were heading to Wal-Mart for some grocery shopping when we got a phone call.

Now, side note:

Left Brain HATES for someone sitting beside him to start asking him questions or start talking to him when he is on a phone call.

I HATE when he answers a call at dinner from who I know to be his mother (and I know my children are in her care) and makes a horrible face, and then doesn't tell me what is going on.

My mind starts racing. I totally ignore what I know to be Left Brain's pet peeve.
"Are they OK? Did someone get hurt?"

He gets totally upset at me for this and TOTALLY ignores me.

It turns out that Blue Eyes had fallen down the steps outside several times because of his failure to heed the warnings of his "Bebe". He didn't get hurt, but she was just sure that he would if he didn't start listening to her. She said that she had threatened to call Papa several times and it just wasn't working....she actually had to do it.

Our only problem on Friday the 13th was that date night was cut a few hours short and we had to drive back home to pick up Blue Eyes before making the jaunt to Wal-Mart. NO BIG DEAL! Whew! I was afraid something much worse would have happened.

As it turns out, today has been more like Friday the 13th around here!
I woke up this morning to the sound of someone peeing in the floor. It was Blue Eyes. He decided not to use the toilet this morning. What IS it with creatures (human and canine) peeing in my floors? I must have a sign outside that says,

"Don't use the toilets here, we just pee in the floor!"

My, oh, my! I'm becoming numb to the smell of urine.

As if that weren't enough of a way to start off my morning.

I knew that Belle was going to need to wear a collar if she was to be outside all of the time. It only makes sense to me, you know, in case she gets lost or something. Anyway, I was digging in the hall tree for her collar. The last place that I stashed it.

Side note:
On top of our hall tree sits a decorative display, if you will. It's a pretty vase with some fake tall grass in it and a HUGE picture frame with one of our wedding photos in it. The frame is WAY over-sized for the size of the photo with a large yellow matte surrounding it. It's beautiful!

As I am digging for the collar, I must have wobbled the hall tree just so. This has never been a problem before. I keep lots of junk (old shoes, old towels, all things dog related) in the bench on the hall tree. I am often digging through this thing. Thank goodness at this moment in time 1)all of the children were out from their usual positions of being wrapped around my legs 2) I was hunched over looking for the collar and my head was out of the way.

That HUGE picture frame came crashing down on my back and shattered before hitting the tile floor in the foyer. It missed the back of my head by only centimeters. And if anyone had been standing even remotely close to me, they would have gotten seriously injured by all of the glass. Glass went EVERYWHERE! Never in my life have I seen something shatter like that. Thank goodness that I was wearing a fairly heavy grade of cotton t-shirt and I didn't get cut. I'm still not sure how I managed that one!

When I say, "I escaped death this morning" Left Brain says that statement is a little overly dramatic, but I am sticking with it. By the way that picture frame smacked me in the back on the way down, I felt like I had just done a "back flop" into a swimming pool. It was stinging pretty good.

Everything is OK, except for the fact that I miss that picture frame sitting up there looking pretty. Sad day.

I hope that is the only thing that happens.

The boys have gone with Left Brain for the day to prepare for the upcoming Lock-In at our church. I have the whole day to clean this house and be alone. Oh, how I love Left Brain for this. He seems to usually sense when I need some alone time.

Oh, before I go....funny Belle story. We let her out of "dog jail", as we call it, this morning so that she could play around a bit. We all came back inside for a minute and she jumped right in the swimming pool. I'm not sure how she even knew what was in there, as she couldn't see over the sides of the pool, but she hopped on in and enjoyed herself anyway. I am also amazed that her toenails didn't puncture the puffy sides of the pool. She stayed in for a while before deciding to get out and "dry off". Silly dog!

I must get back to cleaning now.
Happy Saturday!