i was on a girlscout campout in the hellhole commonly called jellystone campground.  u know the one w the yogi bear theme, wall to wall rv's and pickup trucks, potbellied folks, indulgent grandparents, yippy dogs and hoards of kids on bikes weaving in and out of the multitude of golf carts like pingpong balls?
 
anyhow on friday, i was stepping down into the pool when a brownie called miss xxx miss xxxx watch me watch me. whwn i turned my head to look at her i mistepped off the last step and had to grab the side of the pool smashing my hand into the concrete edge.  i survived thru sunday and went to the dr on monday. but friday nite i would have gladly been put out of my misery if only to get some quiet frm the syllibant strains of sweet home alabama wafting over the loudspeakers of someone's 12:30 am party.  the next nite wasn't as bad since i was completely exhausted from cooking breakfast, dealing with the long day's activities, drama queens, moving our kitchen setup out of the ankle deep water from the 1 1/2" rainstorm and teaching daughter and two whinney girls how to cook hamburgers so that by then the johnny cash music til 10:30 from the tent 6 feet away didn't bother me as much.  my swollen broken finger didn't bother me much either because my elbows were smarting frm the nickle-sized scrapes against the cocncrete sides of the waterslide.  even the knock in the head from the waterslide didn't bother me.  i musta been tired.  
 
sunday mornung dawned and i was eager to come home. we made sure to pack it in early to avoid the rainstorm headed our way. so after i cooked two lbs of bacon and made a egg casserole dish for 11 appetites, we packed up my humongous tent, my medium tent, my canopy, my cook stove, my two tables, my 3 chairs, my food bin, my cooking equip container, my 96 qt ice chest, my 5 gal water cooler and other assorted items and hit the road after the 4th stop at the ranger store where all were able to blow the last of their money on whatever yogi themed geegaws and snacks their hearts desired.  the pouring rain when we hit the interstate didn't phase me as all my stuff got wet in the back of the truck flying my way back home.  even the 25 min wait in the rain for the last mom to show up did not bother me as home was in sight.  aaaagh. the comfort of my bed.
 
oh yeah, i went to the dr monday after my boss nagged me about seeing one.  went to the same orthopaedic practice that husband (dislocated shoulder at bscout camp this year, sprained wrist, foot surgeries), son #1 (broken leg), son#2 (foot injury 2X) and i've (also foot tendonitus) been going to.  this dr was the 6th different one we've seen in the practice so far (different specialties) in the last couple of years.  we're thinking about making them our primary care drs if this keeps up. sorry for all the typos and deliberate non caps; its hard to type with a cast.
 

inner peace.