while working the bowling tournament with sister #2 on sunday, i hurt myself.

i was digging around in the little refrigerator we keep under the bar. i’m not sure what i was digging for– a diet coke or bottle of water or something. i don’t know how i did it buy i managed to crack my head on one of the shelves inside the refrigerator door. it hurt like hell.

after the bump, i reared up with tears in my eyes. it hurt! sister #2 took one look at my face and started laughing.

“what did you do?” she choked out between peal of laughter.
“i bumped my head.”
“how did you bump your head?”
“i dunno.”
“i can see hitting your head on signs or doorways, but on that itty bitty refrigerator?”

then she just roared.

i just stood there rubbing my head and trying to decide if i would feel better if i hit her really, really hard in the arm. if i just hauled off and socked her a good one, i bet i’d feel better.

she continued laughing

“you’re really pissed, aren’t you?”
“yes,” i said.
“i can tell just by the look on your face.”
“i’m debating if my head would feel better if i punched you,” i said still rubbing my owie.
“ohhhhhhhhh,” she laughed, “i know how that is.”
“it’s taking all my self-restraint not to punch you.”
“i suppose it doesn’t help that i’m laughing and asking questions.”
“no,” i said. “it doesn’t.”
“god, you look so pissed.”
“i am!”

finally, i started laughing.

but now, i as i run my fingers through my hair and wince as they come accross the sore spot near my forehead i’m beginning to think i made the wrong decision. if i’d have just punched her, i bet it wouldn’t hurt right now.