For a surprise, as I've already written, we decided to redo the kids' rooms. We found the furniture, paint, everything we needed. It was going to be? Yes. FABULOUS

I waited for the delivery folks and was relieved at 5:30p when they roared up dumped a load and whipped out in a cloud of smoke. It's a good thing they didn't give me a delivery time. It's even better that I was home since they were to call two stops before arriving and didn't. Hmmm. In their haste, they forgot to build some stuff. Like all of the furniture so NOW there was some assembly required. We opened the boxes to discover a lot of pictures, some German words, a few Japanese symbols and a whole lot of pieces.

Let us pause here and take a moment of silence...to wish for enough hardware.

The dressers were a breeze. Who can't screw in a few handles? Well I can't if the klepto in the house has run off with half the washers and her fat little sausage of a "brother" who thought it looked like fun has sauntered off with a couple of handles. He's the one who, if asked, "If your friends jumped off a bridge..." He'd wag and begin to jog toward it. So I chased Laurel and Hardy around for a few minutes before deciding I would just go get the screwdrivers and allen wrenches. That meant I had to go down the stairs.

For those of you don't visit my home, you must realize that I have a K-9 entourage at all times. When I decend my steps, it reminds me of a Danny Kaye musical with all the little dancing girls scurrying down beside the main character and fanning to the left and right. It's a regular occurance and one that makes me laugh most times. Repeated: MOST times.

This time however, the joke was on me. They got their stage directions mixed up and tripped the star. I zipped down those thirteed steps on one leg (like a snowboarder at a thirty degree angle) and vaguely remember hearing a thick "Pop!" from my knee before I began to swear and feel hot needles. Oh yeah, I was clumsy and felt embarrassed although no one saw it. Shame really because I know I had one of those wide-eyed gaping mouthed fish faces as I stumbled not like Danny Kaye but more like one of the Stooges all the way to the bottom, plopping at the front door. The only noise was "Aw-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-"as I thumped each step. Priceless.

The truly guilty parties then began to play "Pull the scrunchie from Mommy's hair since she's on the ground"; a game that would have been enjoyable at any other moment. My knee began to thump quietly and swell slowly. I tried to get up but was hindered by the feeling of broken glass as well as dog paws smacking my ears to get my friggin pony tail holder. It was less like "On the Riviera" and more like "Disorder in the Court". I began to swat and laugh although the tears spilled freely. I'm sure I looked like I needed to up my dose.

Enter the silent hero: Cheech with a power tool and some rawhides. "What the HELL?"

I was simply rolling, my hair in complete disarray, my leg cocked at an ugly and abnormal angle while two dogs weighing less that fifteen pounds slobbered and swacked at my skull. C'mon Martha....what IS wrong with this picture?

Needless to say, I've been laid up. Ice bags, heating pads, wraps and a new package of hair scrunchies that don't smell like dog spit. Life is pretty good. Cheech finished the bedrooms while I petted the dogs to keep them from under his feet. No need for a repeat performance.

Tonight we (the Three Stooges) sat and watched K-9 cops. Birdie left, coming back with a peace offering...a drawer handle.

Do not fret, for I am alright. A little PT, more ice, heat, stretch...stupid Yoga. Now I HAVE to do it and I'll be right as rain. Ask my family? They'll tell you I got off easy. There is a reason I have a crutch/cane collection that can't be beat.

>sigh<
Have a great day. Thanks for stopping in. I've missed ya.