I think that my 15 yr. old son, Nate, has put a curse on me. It is possible since I woke him up at 11:30 last night to ask him why he's not doing his classwork, and then to tell him that I may not allow him to go to his Semi-Formal tonight. He's not a happy camper.
While I was putting clothes in the washer, my phone started ringing. I heard it--but as usual, I assumed it was the usual bill collector or telemarketer. (Which now that I think of it, I am on the Do Not Call Registry... Why are telemarketers calling me again?) Anyway, I decided to check the Caller ID and message later, until I heard the school Principal explaining that there was a slight mishap with my 12 yr. old son, Jax. Slight mishaps with a child who has a broken wrist is never a good thing. So, I
ran quickly gimped to get the phone and in doing so, I forgot to hurdle the vacuum cleaner that was sitting outside the laundry room door, which resulted in me kicking the crap out of it with my toe......... on the foot that I had surgery on............. I think it may be broken now.
I did manage to get to the phone in spite of not being able to see past the blinding pain. Jax is fine, but does anyone know a gypsy who can remove my sons curse from me?