NEEDED: ONE BIG BAND-AID

The weekend flew by, again, and we are on the verge of another lovely Monday.

It's been a painful weekend for me. Not emotionally painful, though perhaps my pride has been injured a bit. Physically, it's been a gut-wrenching painful weekend.

Why, you ask?

Last night after a day of Christmas shopping with our pals, Toby and Tammy, we went to GameWorld for a few hours of video game fun. It was a return to our childhood, playing everything from Whack-a-Mole to car racing. I even took a turn at those funky Japanese Dance Craze games where you take directions from the screen on where to put what foot where and dance to the music. I did horribly rotten, but it was fun.

Ben became obsessed with a deer hunting game, which, I thought, was as Mickey-Mouse as they come. The deer looked oddly like little tuffs of brown fur with toothpicks coming out of their head. He enjoyed it though, and really gained confidence in knowing that he could aim a computerized gun to shoot computerized deer.

We were just about to leave the excitement when the only employee working offered us a chance to drive the bumper cars for FREE!! Since we had blown too much money on silly, germ-infested games, we all agreed it would be fun, our last shebang before heading home.

Anyone looking at us from the outside probably thought we were a bunch of ten-year-olds wearing adult costumes...We were laughing that hard. It was more fun than we had had in a long while, happily slamming into one another's back, practically flinging them across to the other side of the track. After one go in the bumper cars, our friendly GameWorld employee obliged to another round. This time it got a little more intense; the boys thought it was equally fun to ram us from the back whilst putting their whole body into the blow, consequentially making the force of the bump extreme.

Finally, near the end of our third, count 'em, THIRD, go-around, we thought it would be genius to have one person in each corner and then go, full-force ahead, to the middle...meeting each other at maximum speed. That's exactly what we did. And it was fun. Until Ben did a quick reverse and then an even quicker bump to the back of my car. With the full-force, my head flew forward then back again at lightening speed, leaving my neck and the back of my head saying "ouch" while droves of little chirping birds flew around.

We left shortly after that and I couldn't help but think I had a concussion. Throb. Throb. Throb. Tweet. Tweet. Tweet. OWWWWWWW!!!!!

Fast-Forward to today. My neck is stiff but the headache has subsided. But wait, there's more!!!

I was wrapping Christmas presents this afternoon, happily cutting away at the pretty paper and even prettier bows. A snip here, a snip there; everything was going peachy. Until IT happened.

Snip. Right. On. My. Finger!!!! Blood everywhere (my apologies to whomever gets the blood-stained bow on their Christmas present). Pain. And even a swear-word or two.

Anyone who has a bullet-proof bubble to loan me while I go through this accident-prone stage, let me know. Your assistance would be wonderfully appreciated.