just call me harry potter.

I was at the cabin this weekend and while carrying yardwork supplies & rushing to my destination, I walked in-to a deck. I don't even know how I didn't see it, maybe I thought I could walk under it, but when it hit me, I f-l-e-w backwards like I was struck by lightning! Laying on the ground surrounded in tossed yardwork gear, I started crying and yelling for help! Help! *cry* Heeelp! I felt frozen & broken and with the noise of power tools across the yard, no one could hear me.

Amanda was inside and thought she heard a baby crying (pretty much), came out and found me laying on the ground like a mangled LA:

Amanda: "Leigh-Ann!! Did you fall off the deck? Somehow??"

LA: "Nooo, I walked into it!"

Amanda: "Oh no, you're bleeding"

LA: "WHAAAAT??? Is it bad??" (I am terrified of stitches)

(Enter Matt, Keith and Kody) Matt starts praying for me, Keith turns white and kisses my forehead and Kody is kinda laughing at me "HOW'D YOU WALK INTO A DECK!?" ...oh brother.

At the same time, Mom comes home from the dump seeing all her kids surrounding Deck Girl still sprawled on the ground... she runs over panicing and helps me to my feet. She says I'll be okay but I'll have a bad bump and line. Then says, come see the retro metal lawn chair I got at the dump LA, it'll cheer you up!" and it totally did (I love a good find and that my mom was so excited over vintage)!

At supper time, my goose-egg had totally swelled with a bad 1ish" cut on my forehead, so my siblings appropriately took turns giving me nicknames! Kody called me "the Goiter", Amanda called me Harry Potter and these names stuck all weekend! lol.