I am fighting the urge to catch you up on my last 26 years of life. I think, instead, I will blog about the day I am blogging, and along the way I will insert interesting factoids about the past... *Insert terrible Twilight Zone music here*
I guess I will have to ease myself into the blogging world, as I am drawing a blank on the hundreds of interesting events that occurred today.
Except this. My darling son. Benny. He has a few challenges. One of which is balance. This poor child has none. He was absent that day.
My poor little man. He was walking ever so innocently, and lost his balance and fell over.. over... over.. and into the side of some... shall we say.. "patio furniture" and gave himself quite the goose egg.
Back to the story at hand. This is not Benny's first goose egg. The first one was delivered by the edge of the bathtub about two months ago.
