Had to jack up the car this weekend. No big deal, right? This happened to be one of those times that judgement failed. The car rolled off the jack and got jammed between the frameof the car and the tire that I put under it in case of this possibility (those provided car jacks aren’t the best, by far). Well, I fought with the damn thing for 20 minutes, during which I had to basically lift the car off the jack enough to get it out, which was more than one person should have to do. Got it out and jack the car off the tire and put ‘er back together, though. But, lifting a car has made this poor weakling a sore boy.
Landlords and I put up 1/2 the fence yesterday. Once finished, our kids will have a safer corral to keep onlookers from discovering that they actually are having fun outside! So, between the car and the maul, my hands got it too.
Time to heal 
I said get over it Princess!
To answer that, I shall refer dear readers to April’s posts from the kingdom, which will help in the decision as to who’s a better princess