As the title suggests, yes Hubby is broken and booboo'd. He did it at Karate. But not WHILE doing karate. Before it even started. He fell down some steps and broke his foot. On his "good" leg. The one that isn't full of titanium. So we spent the next day at Doctors and xrays and then the hospital. The last three nights we both haven't had near enough sleep, and I am tired and cranky as hell.
To add to my crankiness, it is that-time-of-the-month which resulted in me curled up on my bed in agony. It started while I was out grocery shopping so you can imagine how I was feeling driving home. I almost got out and throttled a boy I saw smoking. SMOKING! He was barely 12. Little shit. Stupid parents.
I got home and nearly threw a pack of toilet paper at my son. And discovered the checkout chick squished my lettuce. GGRR!
SO I'm tired, cranky, hormonal, and sore, and all cleany. Re-arranged the kitchen and cleaned it top to bottom. Stupid hormones.
There is a weird freaky grey thing in the room downstairs. This downstairs room runs the whole length of the house, and serves as the second lounge room, guest room, computer room and storage room. The other night I was watching some TV, and then decided to turn my computer off. As I got up off the lounge I saw some movement and this freaky grey thing kind of jumped and bumped and bashed into boxes and then sort of tumbled away out of sight. Leaving me standing there saying out loud "What the F**k was that?!!" Needless to say both son and hubby do not believe me. It's the mango throwing bat story all over again. No-one believes me! But I saw it dammit! I told my Mum, who believed me straight away. She thinks it may have been a native hopping mouse. So I don't want to hurt it. But it can't stay inside either.
I will capture it and then they will see I wasn't imagining it.