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Last night I stone-cold knocked myself out by hitting the back of my head on the top bunk of my son’s bed after bending over to kiss him good-night. I remember bending to kiss him, and thinking that I’d go kiss my daughter next. Then, my memory skips to Bobbie patting my back telling me to “get up, Mamma” and “say something.” Accoring to the Babydude, I hit my head. It became abundantly clear just how I did it only moments later when I bent to kiss him again and only missed nailing myself a second time thanks to my husband’s quick reflexes that managed to get a hand between the back of my skull and the aforementioned top bunk with surprising speed and accuracy. Thanks, Honey; I ‘preciate it.

So, I have a wicked headache that has me periodically confined to the couch today. I figure I’ll take advantage of the situation and catch everyone up on the utterly stranger-than-fiction series of events that has dogged, defined, and refined my life since I last managed to sqeak out a post. (more…)

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