Ouch.

Being I work so close to Mattel Corporate Headquaters, I’m down with their weekly specials and know that during the week, they offer a 50% off coupon for Friday.

Last week I used one to buy The Kid a Fisher Price “I Can Play” Piano system, which connects to any TV. It’s a nifty little toy that is supposed to teach young ones how to play the piano. Like the Guitar Hero games, the object is to strike the key at the precise moment the object–they can be music notes, train whistles, etc.–they pass over the color-coded key. In short I’m not coordinated for it, at least at high speeds.

But it can also be played freestyle without plugging it into the TV. And that’s what I was doing when 30 pounds of Kid fell on my back.

I was lying on my stomach, two pillows placed underneath my chest, showing The Kid the basics of the thing. He got bored and wandered off while I was in the middle of playing Giorgio Moroder’s “Chase” from the movie Midnight Express. Good keyboard song for someone who can’t read sheet music but can pretty much play back anything they hear within a few minutes. (That’s yours truly if you haven’t figured it out yet. Heh.)

So there I was in the middle of a wicked groove when all of a sudden I feel the weight of uh…well, let’s just say it was quick and it hurt. Turns out someone wasn’t too fond of the cacophony I was producing and decided to jump smack-dab on my back.

I scream in pain; I lay there just about in tears. The Kid makes a beeline to the kitchen to seek the protection of Mom and he begins to cry. I didn’t move for about five minutes, and a small area of my back still hurts when I twist to put on my backpack.

I’ve been spending the past few nights relaxing and XBOXing, nursing my aching back, hence the lack of posts. I’ll get back into the swing of things when the *ouch* pain goes *ouch* away.