My kitchen is haunted

It's true!!! Well actually my whole apartment is haunted and has been since I could remember. I really used to be freaked out by it when I was little. I'm still scared but not as much as I used to be. In the kitchen things always come crashing down at all hours of the day and night when no one's in there. Today the refrigerator tried to kill me. First it closed on my ankle-owww! Then the freezer door closed while I was picking something up-and BAM!!! My head connected with the freezer door so fucking hard I felt like I had to go sleep! I put ice on it, and felt better soon. Dave told me- "Hey don't you dare go Natasha Richardson, on me, OKAAAAY?!!!" Which totally scared me, to which he then said "Or I'll fuck you up!"- which I knew he was joking, but I understood. He's always scared of something happening to me- like me dying. He always tells me he doesn't know what he'd do without me, which is very sweet.

This week's been hard- right now as I write this I'm having a nose bleed- it won't stop due to the advil I took for my head injury.

Oh dear G-d, things have to get better than this soon, right?!

On a good note I had a meeting with Vi's feeding therapist and her nutritionist. It went very well. I adore all her therapists- but I do have my favorites. They are such amazing people. I'm so thankful for all the help they give to Violet and us. We are very blessed to have them in our lives.

My nose is still bleeding, it will probably take a very long long time to stop. Argh!!!

In the meantime it is fun grossing out my sister who gets really scared by the sight of blood.

I'm still a kid, I swear!

Kisses Bitches- stay outta the kitchen!!!!

P.S. Where's the freakin. Ghostbusters when I need 'em?