It’s been an insanely painful yet hysterical last few days.
Blood, screaming, cursing, fast driving, needles, then laughter pretty much sums it up…
But I’ll start from the top.
Our four year old nephew had a baseball practice at a park near our home, so we grabbed the dogs and made our way to the field.
It was a gorgeous afternoon. The smell of the fresh blooms drifted through the air as young families gathered to enjoy the most of the afternoon sun.
My young niece and I played on the slide before the little slugger was up to bat. I kneeled down to her as we watched him take a few swings.
I thought to myself, we should probably move. If he hit a foul ball in the opposite direction we could get hit. As I leaned forward to balance myself up, I heard “look out!”
Holy mother $*@#!