I think God smacked me in the face

Seriously.

If anyone read my rant-y blog yesterday (since erased with sincere apologies to the man above) they'll know that I was having a seriously bad day.  I mean, it was Sunday, but I was having a Monday.  I've been having a lot of those lately. 

If that wasn't bad enough, I starting complaining and whining about it.  A lot.  Bitch, bitch, moan, moan.  And things just kept going from bad to worse. 

So, there I was, out in the garden, trying to chill out and get some work done at the same time.  Of course it was blazing hot and not as pleasant as I had imagined it.  Daughter brings me my cell phone with someone on the other end - there is just no escaping it.  It was my husband ,so I'm talking to him, pacing around the garden, and yeah, just unloading all of my terrible woes upon his sweet head.  Next thing I know I stepped on a hoe.  Just like in a cartoon, it whacked me right upside the head.  Hard, too.  I fell to the ground, dropped the phone, put my hand to my throbbing temple and just felt pretty whoozy and even a bit pukey.  Ryan witnessed God slapping me upside the head and came running.  He didn't even laugh.  Oh, he's such a good boy.  He said "Mama, you're bleeding."  The phone started ringing and I was trying to tell my husband what happened but I was laughing rather hysterically and had to give the phone over to Amanda who was by then gettting me some frozen peas for a rather large bleeding goose-egg.  

Sleeping didn't go well lastnight because every time I rolled over onto my right side, well, pain woke me up.  No biggie, nothing life threatening, just enough pain to wake me up and get me giggling again. 

I swear, God, the Universe, or whatever you would like to call it/him/her literally smacked me upside the head and told me to shut-up yesterday.  Quit'cher whining, girl! 
Got it. 

My big brother had a pretty good day of it, as well.  Any prayers for his well being and strength of spirit would be much appreciated.  Mike.  I found out he is a) getting divorced
 b) losing his house (so that's really b,c,&d - house, wife, kids) e) some apparition in a white tux (it's assumed he was a left-over drunk from a wedding on Saturday night) walking down the highway caused Mike to swerve on his way to a bass tournament and he rolled his truck & bass boat three times.  He's okay, physically (thank you dear lord) but pretty darn depressed.  Loving you, my Mikey.