OK, My wanna be horder hubby has gone to far. 2 count em 2 Razor race cars he is rebuilding for my grand-kids - in the middle of my family room and hall. So who trips over em, breaks a toe, knocks herself out on the corner of the wall, slams her knee (the bad one). I swear if I could of moved, I would of found my horse whip and beat him to death with it. As it is I can barely more, head hurts, leg is pounding and toe is aching. I need a horse hug and I can't make it out to the corral. There is a war brewing in my household as soon as I can move well. Whine whine whine. OK, vented - Now I can laugh at myself.

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