I'm a bit pissed-off right now.
Last night I got home late and just wanted to get to bed.. My daughter reminds me that I'd get the Christmas tree out and help put up the lights etc.
I said yeah, yeah.. we'll do it tomorrow.. and went to bed.
This morning I get up.. still half asleep.. and walking past the lounge room I see our cat on the couch and she sits up and gives me a meeeoww.
How could I not give her a pat.. Half way across the lounge room floor (btw I'm still limping a little from paddling with a cramp in the race) when all of a sudden I feel this pain like I was walking on drawing pins.. I staggered around doing the ooh!..ehh!..ahh! and fall over only to have more pain in my hands and hip.
I was now laying in a mine field of sharp pointy things.. I look and see blood dripping from holes in my feet and hands... Bugger!!! .
My daughter had un-tangled some Christmas lights and spread them out on the floor waiting for me to hang them in the window.. It was still pretty dark with the blind down and I had not seen them scattered over the floor.
DJ.. (not happy Jan)