I live in Arkansas and my brains were scrambled about an hour ago, so I’m entitled to an ungrammatical moment!

It was a dark and stormy night…

No, no…it was a bright, sunny morning and birds were chirping…

Anyway, my mother’s an artist and works in many media (mediums?), and she’s giving this demonstration for her art guild tonight on egg art—you know, the Faberge kind. Painted, jeweled eggs. She decided to pull her minivan around the back of the house and load up everything she needed from the studio and I decided to meet her there to help carry the many baskets.

She backed up to the door and stopped. I moved forward with a basket in my hands, reached for the latch on the back of the vehicle to open it, when the car lurched backward.

She hadn’t seen me standing there. I didn’t have time to move away. My right shoulder and hand were bumped by the car, and I was tossed like a ragdoll through the air to land on the concrete porch.

It happened really fast, and all the while I thought, “Gee, so this is what it feels like to fly.” Wierd, I know. I started to sit up, then saw my shoes under her car. I didn’t know I’d “flown” quite so far or that she’d hit me hard enough to lift me out of them.

She was more upset than I was. I started to get up, but she was hovering, flapping, wringing her hands. I couldn’t help it, I started to giggle. I do that when I’m stressed. Like a hyena–or at least like Betty Rubble. Ask my sister.

So, now I’m cataloguing injuries, just to have a record, because you know this has to go into a story somewhere down the line:

* Right elbow scraped raw
* Ditto right knee
* Right hip aches, but no visible bruising. (Lots of padding there so bruise is probably closer to bone)
* Right shoulder bruised and throbbing
* Right palm tingly

But all in all, not that dramatic, right? I’m sure my body will start to ache in interesting places as the day goes on, but I feel very lucky. I’m gonna be fine in a few days and have something to add to my life experiences to write about. 😆

I do feel sorry for mom, though. She took a valium and headed to bed.