Gettin' Hammered

I must be some sort of sicko because I'm posting this in the "That's Hilarious" file--but it's really very disturbing.

When I was about nine I was helping my mom put up a wall. My one task was to pound a nail into the ceiling. So, with all of my might, I swung the hammer...missed the wall...and pounded my mom right square in the forehead. She grabbed her forehead and was very obviously stunned, not to mention the likely pain that ensued.

Now, I think that I must have watched way too many episodes of Loony Toons or Tom & Jerry, because I started laughing hysterically. I couldn't even stand up. And in cartoon fashion, my mom sprouted a giant purple knot on her forehead that she sported for the next couple weeks.

We've retold this story many times, and each time (including now) I find myself laughing. And when my mom remembers it she shudders--she laughs too--but mostly she shudders.

Isn't that horrible??