I tend to be dramatic.
Call it my fiesty Hispanic half, but it's true.
So leading up to the fourth of July weekend I kept telling my husband I felt this "Doom" feeling. Well to put it in a less dramatic term you could say it was an anxious feeling, but I'll stick to doom.
Then the fourth came & a series of unfortunate events happened.
My aunt got bit by a scorpion multiple times,
A friend of ours got in car wreck,
My other aunts got stuck in Europe trying to get to my sister's wedding (they did just in time),
My mom's dog cut her face open,
My brother in law got his lip busted,
and for us...
well I semi fell through the wall in our shower, and
a tree branch fell and almost hit our house.
Ha, fortunately... none of these were tragic and everything is all and well.
As for the shower (which is our only one by the by)
I was shaving my legs gearing up for being outside on the 4th, and I leaned against the wall and then
I felt my back go into it... the wall... and my backside and all these tiles and nasty fell on me. I got scraped up a bit and gave Josh a startle shouting his name, but its okay. At least we had just taken Asher out of the shower (he had been in his little tub in there with me) so he wasn't in the cross fire.
Here is how it looked after we cleaned it up some....
And this was the tree branch the fell....
And this well this is the reason all we can do is smile about these things and move on :)