User:SmudgyHollz/My Online Diary:August 2011

10th August
It was my wee bro's 10th Birthday today! He's the new Ben 10! So, we went to my Grandma's house so he could open presents there! He got an Aberdeen football strip (let's not be taking him to Glasgow any time in the near future!), two football, various jumpers, chocolate and Harry Potter lego! Nothing much happened there...

My dad then took my brother to pick up his best friend Finn and they were off to the cinema to see Cars 2. I stayed home with my mum and little sister.

At 18:30 we set off for my granny's house for dinner. Aberdeen were playing some foreign country - I can't actually remember who won... - so the guys were all popping through to the living room every five minutes to see what the score was!

The best thing that happened though, was when we were all sitting around the table. My brother picked up a present to see if he could guess what was inside.

"That's what we used to call a `wee feely`," comments my granny.

My uncle Gav, who was carving the chicken, chose that moment to pipe out with, "Breast or leg, Mum?"

Everybody - let's bear in mind that I come from a very peculiar bunch of people - literally dropped their cutlery and fell down in fits of laughter. Gav blushed. It all became that little bit worse when my Granny turns to my Grandad and says, "Was that you?"

"No, I think that was somebody else."

Yeah, if we'd had visitors round, they'd have been appalled...

The night continued and we all ended up sitting in the living room around the fire, listening to the stormy weather outside and discussing injuries. Yes, that's right. Injuries.

My uncle Joe still wins with coming out of a Health and Safety Meeting, running around some revolving doors and breaking his leg. He comes second place with his rocket story; he bent down behind the sofa to pick something up and the point of a toy rocket stabbed into his eye. So he jumped up and ran to my Grandad, covering the left side of his face and laughing. He moved his hand to reveal blood gushing from his eye. My Grandad started to shout at him and the scene picks up from there...

My Grandad comes in third place with his. He crushed his knuckle punching a chest of drawers. And then he broke a finger punching his best friend's son in the stomach.

Gav's best one was when he broke his arm punching Joe in the stomach. Apparently he hasn't got a very good aim...

My Dad's best was the comedy sawing off the branch that he was sitting on, falling and really hurting himself.

My uncle's fiancée's is frying her fingers.

Mine is breaking my arm at the Soft Bear Centre on the padded trampoline.

As you can tell; we're very accident prone!