Praise Jesus that I shaved recently

My legs that is (you pervs). They just seem to fall to the wayside these days. I am fresh off a weekend shave and now sporting this look





















"Why", you ask?

Because I had gone to shut the garage door, as this evening's downpour was in full effect, I was holding Mairin and tripped on a train Quinn left on the floor on my way back to the couch to continue feeding her. My motherly instincts and ninja-esque presence allowed me to bite it in such a was as to protect my precious cargo. Mairin was absolutely fine and probably thought we had just sat back down on the couch to continue Feed Fest 2007. Me however, not so much. I ended up breaking my foot. I had a bad feeling that that might be the case. I was still crying when Eddy got home about 15 minutes later. Quinn kept telling me, "Don't cry, daddy will fix it when he gets home". Well, I just had daddy take me to the after hours clinic, dump me at the front desk, and return to the Sienna to drive around with our brood. They confirmed the break and now I am in this sexy accessory for at least a week.

As if I didn't have enough going on trying to care for the clan with two good legs. It's never a dull moment around here!

It also doesn't help that I am probably the least graceful person on the planet. Call me Kerry the Klutz.