As you may or may not have noticed, I changed my address on my blog. I did this for two reasons. One, I saw that someone else had my previous address as a twitter address. I wanted to avoid confusion. Second, I wanted something unique. As it turns out, there is a pretty funny story leading up to the title/address of my blog.
So, about a year ago, my little boy wanted to take a bath in my jetted tub. No problem, I knew that would keep him busy and happy for at least half an hour, so I hooked him up, bubbles and all. You would not believe the amount of bubbles jets create! Well, look at the picture, you'll see.
I was walking out of the bathroom, and evidently wasn't paying much attention to where I was going and KICKED the wall next to the tub. OH MY GOSH! I thought I was going to pass out, it hurt so bad! I hopped to my bed and examined my foot. My poor pinky toe was totally crooked. It bruised and swelled almost immediately. Really, I wanted to cry. I could not put ANY weight on it whatsoever without shrieking. Of course the fact that I had to drive my husband's STICK SHIFT car to go pick up my daughter from school in less than an hour, and it was my clutch foot that was injured, made me want to pass out for sure!
Anyway, since I lived to tell about it, I'll shorten the story and just say: NO, I didn't go to the doctor, because I'm STUPID. I know my toe and the foot bone below said toe were broken. My foot was black and blue for WEEKS, every other step was painful, and people at church were stunned to see me NOT wearing heels. Seriously, my ego in flats was almost as pained as my toe.
Anyway, back to the point. A couple of days later, I needed a few things from the store. (I drove my automatic transmission truck, in case you were wondering.) I sent my daughter in with my list and money and waited in the truck... I didn't do anymore walking than a mother of six ABSOLUTELY has to do. ha ha. So, I sat when I could. Well, I just happened to pull down the vanity mirror on the visor to check my hair and reapply my lip stick. What? I had no book, I was bored. I noticed that my eyebrows were out of control. Again. (Jared had climbed up in the front seat next to me to play with everything he wasn't supposed to touch.) I pulled out my tweezers and began pruning my eyebrows. Jared, bless his heart, had such a look of concern on his face. He touched my arm and said, "You okay? You got splinters in your forehead?" I could not help but burst out laughing! He began laughing too, though he didn't know why. Poor baby probably thought I'd lost my mind. I didn't even know what to say or how to explain. I just laughed. And hugged him for being concerned. So, the moral of this story is: They are watching even when you don't think you are doing anything for them TO be watching!
And NO, I'm not gonna post pictures of my eyebrows. Aren't you lucky?