I have my first ever black eye. I'm quite the looker, I assure you. No. . . I said LOOKER not hooker.

How? Sit, please, let me tell you.

I was sitting on the toilet. No giggles. We all go and we all know it. So, there I was sitting on the toilet and I was out of toilet paper. There is a cabinet above me so I open it and try to reach back and grab the new roll from the shelf. No such luck. About this time the boys run in with full force screaming and laughing because they are having a joyous time playing hide/seek/scream game with fun daddy. I shoo them away in my nicest voice ever and as they are running away laughing I shoot up from my seat to grab the toilet paper. WHAM!! My eye. I had forgotten that the cabinet door was still there and as I stood with such force the corner of the cabinet got me square in the eye. The cursing from me sent everyone to the bathroom where blood was coming down my face. I was afraid of opening my eye for fear of losing my sight. All in all I am fine and I keep thinking of different stories to tell people when they ask. Because come on, any story that begins with "I was sitting on the toilet" just isn't cool for this black eye momma.

We close on our land and construction loan tomorrow. YEAH! Building process here we come and apartment living is just one day closer to being over. *Applause*

I will be spending the next two weeks as a single parent, which I am totally looking forward too. *cough* Brian is heading to Georgia to finish a class that will be important sometime I am sure. I will be returning the single parent favor to him the first of September as I leave for a weekend wedding in San Antonio. Oh, I can barely hold in all my excitement!