Hammocks are tricky. Oh sure they act all sweet and innocent, lulling you into a sense of relaxation, but that s just a ruse to lower your defenses. One moment you are swaying happily ~ sure itís a little too high but itís not like your mom knows anything when she cautions you about that. Nope, one minute you are swinging away, ~enjoying the breeze and catching the sky. Then WHAM! You are doing a face plant on the downswing - straight into the dirt. Fortunately you arenít too badly hurt. Unfortunately, you broke your fall with your mouth. Ouch! Cousin Elizabeth did render some first aid in the form of good cheer. As you lay prone on a lawn chair, ice bag pressed to your bloody, swollen, and altogether shredded lip, she leaned over you gently and said ďlet me see it buddy ....Ē only to jump back about a foot and scream ďOhMyGosh Thatís HORRIBLE!Ē when you did (and then WE laughed ~ even though you didnít). Glad to see you healed up nicely buddy. Just always remember that thereís a reason you should listen to the things your mother warns you about. Oh, and Iím telling you ~ hammocks are not to be trusted.