So, this weekend we attempted to watch the meteor shower on Saturday night. I did actually see six or seven of them, but the full moon was so incredibly bright that it seemed more like twilight than midnight. At any rate, it was fun- we sat out on Lindi's grandparents' lawn, listening to music and talking.

We also did some major spring cleaning this weekend (in August, hah) and ended up with about eight trash bags of stuff to throw away, three or four to recycle, and another five trash bags of clothes and shoes to give away. I have no idea how we had that much stuff floating around that we didn't need or want, plus all that trash. It was insane. Part of the problem, I know, is that in April when my sister was about to move in with us after her apartment flooded and my parents were coming to stay with us for the weekend, we had started this deep cleaning/purging process and sort of ran out of time. So, (and I'm really embarrassed about this), we just shoved everything that we didn't know what to do with into the four closets in the house. As a result, we had a neat house... unless you opened the closets, which were all packed waist-high with stuff.

It feels really good to be doing this, though. We have one room and two closets left to go through, and when the entire house is clean and organized, I think it's going to feel amazing. It already feels better, even only three-quarters or so done. Lindi and I have established that when the house is a wreck, we fight more, and the cats are way more insane than they usually are. So, it's a good process.

However, when we were organizing Lindi's closet last night, I was sitting on the floor inside the closet (we don't have walk-in closets, but they're pretty big) when A SUITCASE FELL ON MY HEAD. Actually, I think it was two suitcases, both with those heavy internal metal frames, but I'm pretty sure only one of them actually hit me directly. And oh, man, it hurt. I didn't really know what was happening, I couldn't tell what had fell on me, and I was crying and probably screaming and clutching my head and the 5% of me that was capable of rational thought was thinking, oh my god, I have to stop crying long enough to tell Lindi I'm not bleeding to death, OH MY GOD IT HURTS. She was trying to get to me, but we were separated by the huge pile of stuff that we were sorting through. I finally told her that I wasn't dying, and she told me it was the suitcases that had been shoved on the top shelf that had basically cracked my skull open.

So, that hurt. I put ice on it, and then heat, and ice again, but this morning I have a gigantic, painful goose egg on the back of my head and my neck is killing me. It actually snapped my neck forward when it hit me, as heavy as it was. I'm just grateful they were empty.

After a lengthy pause, we did finish cleaning up the bedroom, at a rather slower pace. Yeesh. Hopefully it will stop aching soon and I won't have to go to the doctor.

Did any of you have anything super exciting happen this weekend?