Ok as you have noticed it is Sunday..LATE Sunday and I am just now responding. Well lets just say Friday was a MUCH better day than Saturday. I have a lip now that rivals any caricature(sp) drawing of Mick Jagger. And it ain't pretty when I try to talk
So here is the next installment of my 7 days from Hades
I decided to make an outside day Saturday Bf was working on the truck, and even though cold it was a gorgeous day. The radiator busted and had to be replaced so outside we all 3 goand poof it's done soon. After this we decided to go shopping for a bit. We picked up a nice used 55 gallon acrylic aquarium for 20 bucks! Bringing our find home we decided to build a nice cherry and cypress stand for it to match our new desk. WONDERFUL idea. NOT!
Bf is busy cutting and piecing together the lovely stand. I am busy with a polishing compound removing some scratches and making the used aquarium look like new
. My lovely son is restacking lumber on the screened in porch after said BF makes the porch look like a tornado hit it LOL. Son brings out a lovely peice of planed down cypress almost 16 feet long so he has room to maneuver the rest of it. Np there...smart idea. Then comes the inevitable "Mom where do I put this so it doesn't get banged up or muddy?" I , being busy and distracted grab one end and tell him we'll just prop it here against the step rails Pointed to the sky...16 ft straight in the air.( Duhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I can be so dumb sometimes to be an intelligent and very thinking kind of person others. Now keep in mind I am buffing the HUGE aquarium not 15 feet from the steps on the rock walkway.)
Well lovely son is busy as any little beaver...Bf has a shrieking saw and is lost in wood land. Now I am buffing my little brains out( literally). Lovely son closes the screened in porch door after the 5th or 15th curious cat is almost squished by large boards being stacked ever so neatly. SLAM goes the door...right beside my lovely piece of cypress! SLIDE goes the cypress. CRASH goes the cypress. Right into my face with it's end. It's very sharply planed end I might add. POW goes my lovely board as I push it into oblivion. (CENSORED) goes my language as I grab my face and wonder if I am now to be known as snaggle puss because my front teeth feel like a mule just kicked me in the face. (Censored) goes the Bf's language as I raise my head with tears falling and yell something quite unintelligent about did it knock out my teeth. Yes I still feel them in there but I am terrified just the same LOL. QUEASY goes the stomach as I realize blood is pouring from my purty face at an alarming rate. PALE & SCARED goes Lovely Son as I turn to go into the house and he sees the blood and Mom's tears. I rush to assure him all is well( Mom's are such liars when need be
) and go to examine my purty face for the extent of damage.
Well purty face still has 2 front teeth and a set of HUGE lips. Interesting fact: Did you knwo that your lips can swell to almost 4 times their normal size in a matter of minutes? So we poke and prod, check and recheck to make sure all is where it should be, dress the cut and calm the Lovely Son down. Then I go back and buff some more. I spend the majority of the rest of the day assuring Lovely Son all is well, that it looks worse than it actually is. (Did I mention Mom's can lie like dogs when the need is there?)
So we get all 4 of the aquariums changed around and fishes, eels, and such are happy in larger new homes, or differently located homes. Son is semi ok at this point and going to bed. Animals all fed,watered,loved and settled in. Bf is in his chair content for now. and I am headed to the mirror for one more look at my purty face to once again check for permanent damage. Yes there will be a couple scars. None bad...just more character for this face and body LOL. Teeth are a bit loose but Dentist says they'll tighten back up.
Bf once again says "Sure you don't want to go get stitches?" I respond in a nice way that stitches are for sissies and butterfly bandages reduce scarring MUCH better than stitches!
Then Comes the wake up on Sunday ...They let me sleep late and dream nicely LOL. OMGosh OMGosh OMGosh I look like a distorted female Mick Jagger!!! with chubbier cheeks. I'm cool though. Deep breaths. Calm....Calm...exit bathroom. Walk into the Living Room. Bf and son innocently look at me and I try to smile my ok'ness to them. All is well. THEN I say " Hey, I slept late!" it comes out something like this "Huhhh eye slpt laae!" Both of them die laughing at me. No I didn't murder them. YET! I being the dignified person I am snuff at them and go to new desk and turn on my pc to ignore them completely until the laughter subsides. In the mean time they are poking fun and asking if I am sure I don't want a Doctor. No they aren't trying hard to stay alive at this point!!
I ignore them and go about my day. Then later I come to drawspace.com to find my next practice project. I desreve some drawing time after this past weekend. And having slept late I will be up late tonight and that is great practice time. I reread the Friday post just to assure myself I am living and things could be much worse. WOWWWW! HOLY COW!! WONDER OF WONDERS I laugh till the tears roll and I feel so much better. Because all in all, No permanent damge aside from 3 thin scars that will fade in time, Lovely Son is over the trauma anought to laugh at Fat Lip Mom, and Bf has calmed down enough to call me affectionate names like Big Lips.
Thanks for all the comments and the laughs Folks
I needed the perspective changes!
Yours Truely,
Fat Lips Pammy
P.S. My Birthday is the 24th. Do you think the purty face will be healed in time for pictures or should I wear an elf mask at my party? LMAO!
and listen to "What did you do to the truck?!?" for a half hour. THEN go back out after fixing a lovely breakfast of course (grilled cheese cause he made me ill.) Spend 45 minutes trying to pinpoint exactly where the water is leaking from....R A D I A T O R of course...couldn't be a simple hose. 
I am hoping I am not the only parent with a child who uses brand new colored pencils for drum sticks. Oh did I mention he also used a new set of assorted drawing pencils as well. GRRRRRRRRRRR!! I swear if this young un uses one more pencil for a drum stick I am gonna find a way to sharpen his drum sticks for pencils!! 
I am so glad your spirits are back up. Like Jeanette said Ibuprophren and ice packs will works wonders and motrin helps with swelling. I am really glad you kept your cool..I would have went bezerk!!! Literally too.