Listened to some rock music, went to bed and did some " tossin and turnin."
Had a dream that i watched a movie with a good friend and was laughin real hard but it was a documentary about museums.
I cleaned out my closets before bed and i polished an old bowling trophy that i stole from a friend about 20 years ago; i think it was his grandfathers at the time. His grandfather was a nice guy and i always remembered him going fishing and yelling at his elderly wife for no reason.

When you crashed.... Did you hit your head?

Last night I fell asleep watching TV sitting in a chair. I fell out of the chair (I assume) and got a rug burn on my cheek.

In my younger days I once passed out on the stairs thanks to too much of the old Jack Daniels. In my stupor I proceeded to slide down the heavily carpeted stairs and woke up next day with huge carpet burns all over my handsome mush.

Aw, golden memories

I used to collect throphies from people. Then I thought better of it. Having these things can bite you on the ass one day so I dumped them all.

Last night was a little crazy. Went to my grand daughters play it her school. It was fun until I got pissed off with another parent. The fucking moron was taking a video of his daughter using his IPad. So he was blocking my view of seeing my grand daughter. I told him either spring for a small camera or take pictures out of your sit from the side.

My daughter and wife told me not to make trouble there so I told them "Fuck that I was not blooming his view"

Well I enjoyed the play any way.

Then when we got home my son called to tell me about my sophia my one year old grand daughter fell and hit her face on the coffee table. Her teeth went into her mouth so she was bleeding. He took her into the emergency room and she needed stitches. He did not know how many and he had to hold her down. He sounded all messed up.

I called him later she seems to be over it. Walking around and playing. He on the other hand and his new wife are the ones really messed up.

Having them over for a barbque on Saturday

Well my little Sophia is fine. Still running around my son got rid of his round coffee table that she got hurt hitting he must think the table did it on purpose.

After it happened he called her pediatrician. He told them to take her to a specific emergency room where a plastic surgeon that the baby doctor knows. He put in the stitches. Next week he will take the stitches out.

So I guess my son did not fold under pressure.

Kids are tough. I'm glad your lil Sophia is doing fine. That's funny how they got rid of the table. Sounds like they suffer from "First time parents Syndrome".

When my son was 3 he rode his scooter down the hill without a helmet and fell. His front tooth came right out, the whole entire baby tooth. I took him to the dentist and she said that since it came completely out there should be no damage to his other teeth. She said that sometimes the teeth next to it can turn black or fall out. So for about three years my son didn't have his front tooth lol He looked like Chopper Mark Read

(I was getting ready to go to Back to School Night while my husband was watching, I mean not watching him)

I remember when I was 4 or 5 I decided to try and parachute off the kitchen chair into the living room and of course my sheet I used for a parachute didn't slow me down and my forehead hit the corner of our solid as hell coffee table. All my Father did was tell me to quit crying because I was so stupid and to either shut up or get my ass whooped Had a goose egg the size of a golf ball sticking out of my forehead.

That was the end of my paratrooper days too

When I was a kid I loved doing cartwheels and just decided to do them on this slight incline that dumped off at a rocky/gravelly sidewalk. Part of my big toe skin came off as well as having a hole in my elbow and a scar on my chin I looked like a fool walking around with band-aids on.

Last night I offered to help serve coffee and donuts at the Erectile Dysfuction Meeting.

But you know what? Nobody came

Ba Dum Tshh

Last night I asked a teacher to call me sometime, when she had no class.