I guess that it is my turn! So here is the story. Yesterday afternoon Kevin and I were pulling out all the flowers and I decided that I wanted to move a shrub. Kevin was digging out the plant and I bent down to help him, as I bent down to help him by pulling the plant back and the shovel snapped. The handle came up and smack my face. It felt like it hit my mouth. I fell to the ground screaming and crying and burying my face in my hands. The kids were right there with us. As I was on the ground I felt my eye start to swell. I lifted my head just barley, looked at my hands and saw blood. Kevin kept telling me to look at him but I wouldn't because of the kids. I told him to send the kids down to the Foster's and Harley was crying saying that they weren't home. So I told him to send them to the Turner's, they were outside. JoAnn came over and help Kevin get me into the house. She sat me on a chair in the kitchen, took the rag off my face and said 'Oh honey you better go to the hospital.' I knew it was bad then. They kept the kids and we went up town. I was ok by then. When we were in the ER I started to cry and the nurse asked if I was ok. I said that I was just sad that my face was messed up. We were going to do picture and we finally nailed a time that the girls could be here, we didn't need to be somewhere else, and Tucker's black eye was gone. She just laughed at me. Needless to say the doc came in and put 3 stitches in and now my eye is big and black and my nose is huge. I went to work last night at the grocery store and had a lot of explaining to do. Vonny, the manager, looked at me and said 'do you really want to be here.' I knew that another girl had called in so really I had no choice. So I stayed. One little girl asked me if I cried. I told her I cried really hard. I hurt really really bad!
