Last sunday started out as a normal sunday and everything was great untill I woke up wedged underneath and between the pews, with no idea how I got there.

I think maybe the sunday school teacher was so good that the spirit moved me...right out of my seat.
Of course everyone around was freaking out and much to my horror they called 911 because D.Jay wasn't there. He had stayed home because of his shoulder pain.
As I got up and hobbled to the loby with the aid of a friend all I could think about was wether my skirt had stayed down, or if I'd just managed to moon half the congregation.
The emt's came and checked me out and urged me to go to the e.r. but I'm stubborn and since this is a problem I've dealt with since I was 14 there was no way in hel.....since I was at church maybe..heaven would be a better word......Anyway...no way in heaven or hell that I was going for my own sprecial ride in the red truck.
Once D.Jay got to the church he informed me I was going in wether I wanted to or not...So we went, I was put in a "c collar" aka "cone of shame" , poked, proded, x-rayed and generaly picked over, all so they could shrug and say what every other doctor has...they had no idea what happened.
Yesterday, D.Jay had shoulder surgery to shave off some bone spurs and repair a tendon....fun.
So, that's what I've been up to this week.....just a normal week in the winkers household.