Bret and I are under attack!

I do not know what my husband and I did to upset inanimate objects (and some living) but today is just not our day.  Well, I take that back... B was only attacked once.  As for me, I am one wounded cookie.  Pardon my language but seriously, I got my ass kicked today!

Let's run down the list, shall we?

1.  This morning when getting ready to leave Longview and head back to College Station, Bret reached in his toiletry bag to get his toothbrush and instead grabbed the blade of his razor.  He is now sporting a pretty large gash on the tip of his middle finger that refuses to stop bleeding.

2.  Once back in good ole College Station, I was unloading our cooler and putting things away in the fridge and apparently I was unaware of how far the shelves stick out on the fridge door and BAM! I knocked my head so hard it knocked me on my feet, made me see spots, and now I have a knot on my head.  Seriously... not cool.

3.  A blue Popsicle (the ice-pop kind) decided to bust and go all down my legs and on my khaki shorts.  At first I thought my legs were just seriously sweaty and I was getting very grossed out BUT THEN, I realized I don't have blue sweat...::sigh::

4.  Playing little wifey I was tracking down the neosporin for Bret's attack wound and I slammed my thumb in the cabinet door.  That hurt.

5.  Not sure why, but Bret and I decided, while in the middle of being attacked by things already, let's do yard work!  The push lawnmower shot a rock up at Bret and hit him... A branch on the tree I was trimming came back and slapped me in my face leaving a big red scratch (drew blood and everything), and then the handle on my pruning sheers pinched my middle finger causing a blood blister.  At that point I said for.get.it.  Went to throw all my yard trimmings away, tripped and fell in the garage, scraped my leg and decided just to pout. 

Happy Monday.