Life {My Family Thinks They're All Hilarious}

I'm officially moved into my Provo, UT apartment again. And, in standard Jen fashion, I injured myself within less than 24 hours after making the move: Wait 'till you hear this story.

In my usual brilliant fashion, I jumped off of my bed (honestly, I was just hanging stuff on my wall and not being a delinquent, for once) and straight into a spinning ceiling fan. OWWW! But it gets better. I doubled up in pain for a minute and narrowly avoided crying, and then went about my merry (but head-achey) way. About 10 minutes later, I noticed an odd splattered stain on my white gauze curtains. I ran my fingers through my hair--and you guessed it-- found the blood. EWWWW! So now I have two 1/2 inch long slashes just barely hidden by my hair and one great big sore spot.

I told this story to my dad this morning, and he promptly sent me this email:
Five little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped his head.
Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"
Four little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Papa called the Doctor and the Doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Three little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped his head.
Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

Two little monkeys jumping on the bed,
One fell off and bumped her head.
Papa called the Doctor and the Doctor said,
"No more monkeys jumping on the bed!"

One little monkey jumping on the bed,
He fell off and bumped his head.
Mama called the Doctor and the Doctor said,
"Put those monkeys straight to bed!"


love ya
Dad

And don't forget the picture... How loved am I? :D