They are, frankly, the best kids ever.
(don't noooo-body be actin a hater and say to themselves (or to me via private message) " her (your) kids ain't kids" or some other such nonsense..yer kids are yer kids are yer kids..matters not if they wear dentures and have gray hair or get a senior citizen discount...they still be yer kids...so shove a donut in yer pie hole and move on)
(I apologize for the above statement, it's early and I'm obviously crabby)
Allow me to get sidetracked here for a moment...
I took a little tumble down a few
When Bear didn't wake up (not to find me in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs, mind you...NO, neither he or (that hard sleepin) Daddio of his heard the earth move nor felt the house shake...)
Serves me right, if you're gonna fall down the stairs you should do it when people are awake, can witness, or at least her your cries of "Double-U-Tee-Eff", and appropriately feel really sorry for you.
So, as I lay alone on the floor, soaking wet (not only from pissin my drawers, as luck would have it I happen to be carrying a cup of water, which ended up dripping down my back, and running into my eyes. It soaked the front of my nightgown, from the top to the bottom, it also made a mess of the floor and wet the small rug that was near enough to catch some of the water)
(How the hell an inch of water could wreck such havoc and make such a mess, I'll never know)
So as I lay on the floor, soaking wet...and feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I did a quick inventory of my nearly 43 (my blog, my addition) year old bones.. they all felt in one piece, except for my tailbone.
Which ached like the dickens.
My trusty pooch noticed me laying there...she came, sniffed the situation, slurped up a bit of the water on the floor near my hand and waited (not so) patiently for me to notice that she was doing her pee-pee dance.
Once up I hobbled to the bathroom mirror, hiked up my nightgown, and surveyed the damage.
There didn't appear to be any.
(I'll have to see what Google has to say about invisible bruises)
No outward signs of damage... hmmm.
Well, I have then no explanation as to why I'm hurting so.
Anyway, back to my kids, my wonderful children.
Last night I sent Bear to the market to fetch some coffee filters.
I set up the coffeepot, placed a cup of fresh grounds nearby, added the proper amount of water, hit the "Delay" button so I'd wake up to the aroma of a fresh pot of Folgers.
I asked Bear to add the filter, then the grounds.
This morning I woke just the way I imagined..
I walked (very carefully) down the (steep, slippery sonofabeep) stairs.
Bear had followed all instructions and my pot of coffee was ready and waiting for me.
He'd also written me a lovely "coffee pot" note...
One of my favorite things ever..
A note from my treasured youngest son.
I could hardly contain myself as I limped (remember the big fall, right) to the light to better read the coffee pot "love note"....
"Good Morning" it said simply...
(Hey Y-O-U negative nellie naysayers you, you all know the rules here, right?... My blog, My take on shit).....
Gas money to you all....make it a great day!!!