Stupid Time Change

I totally know the time changed over a week ago.

Sunday night I finally got around to changing the clock in Carolyn's room.

I took it down, popped in a new battery, and tried, in all my stubby-armedness to put it back up on the stupid nail in the wall.

I thought I had it twice.

But I didn't.

It fell and knocked other things off the wall, which lead to Husband bounding up the stairs to make sure it wasn't Carolyn I was dropping.

I got up right under the clock and hung it one more time, looking at it in smug satisfaction.

Then the clock knocked me silly.

It hit me right on the bridge of my nose.

Oh-Em-Gee.

It made me cry for like 10 minutes.

And today, three days later, it still hurts like the dickens.