I was working on dinner last night. Wait, no. DH and I were both working on dinner.  We were making tacos. Miriam was already in the highchair, and we were getting things ready to go out to the table.  Guacamole, check. Lettuce, check. Salsa, still in the fridge, let me grab it.

Yes, we eat Gringo tacos.  We are Gringos, so it’s okay.

I opened up the fridge to grab the jar of salsa, and then was suddenly seeing stars. Lots of stars. Oh, and pretty birdies too. They were dancing with the stars.  Hey, isn’t that the name of a t.v. show these days?

I was telling a story, right.

So, stars. And birdies. Then a “thunk”. There is a glass vase on the floor at my feet.  Wait a second. Doesn’t that vase live on top of the fridge for when my darling husband buys me flowers?  Yeah, it does.

So why is it on the floor?

DH started laughing, and quickly stopped himself when he saw my dazed expresion.

Apparently, the vase fell off the fridge, bounced off my skull, and then landed safely on the floor.

I got quite the headache. This morning there is a pretty lump, and still a headache.

Somebody come pamper me today.