I opened my eyes this morning and gazed over at little Ane. She was still asleep and even more lovable because she was sleeping. That might not be the most kind thing a parent can say but when your four year old has taken to screaming, harassing, and repeating things over and over in a monotonous chant until you cave, explode or run away.....well, it was a nice change and she looked quite sweet.

So, the morning is starting out well. No screams.

Sunshine. Another good omen.

Ane wakes up and smiles at me. Crux hears us and comes to snuggle under the covers. All cozy and happy.

Then I clear my throat and feel a nasty loogie . A really nasty one that has to come up. I hack like a cat with a hairball. I throw the covers off and attempt to sit up but I haven't realized that I am sleeping on the very edge of the bed. As I turn over I fall out of the bed on to my knees and one of my arms reaches out to break my fall but, instead, smashes right through one of our bedroom windows .

Fortunately, the window was covered by a curtain and I sustained no injuries.

This was a fun story to tell Chris on the morning of his birthday. I have a penchant for breaking windows. I accidentally broke the window of my wee little Nissan/Datsun Sentra the morning Chris and I fell in love. I also broke one while he and I were playing with a Nerf ball.  Now I've broken one falling out of bed while hocking up a loogie. It is one of my endearing qualities.

Not having to do with glass but related: In fourth grade we were bunny hop relay racing up to the brick wall and back and I somehow bunny hopped head first in to the wall and broke my wrist and sustained a concussion. Just last month I sprained my neck and had a concussion while taking out the garbage at work. This is just something I live with.

Maybe I'll tell you some time about the time I inadvertantly slashed a wrist on a rock in the middle of the James River and how my dog and my best friend swam me to the shore. Or the time I woke up from fainting with one arm tied to a doorknob and my best friend (again) smacking me  in the face as I aspirated vomit. Classic Kimmy.

Farewell April, at long last. 

 *Photo by Kimmy Certa. April Sapling Shadow and Moss*