Catch My Fall
Well, I started the New Year out with a … fall. Yep, fell into the recycling crate in the kitchen on New Year’s Day… in front of all my guests. Don’t even have the excuse of being drunk… dang it! I seem to be doing a lot of that, falling, these days. I took another tumble two days before landing on the same side. Grace is my middle name. I now have a bruise so hideous that it made the little man cringe and say, “Ouch… don’t show that to me again, it’s so gross.” Typically, he goes in for this sort of gore. I’ve decided NOT to post a picture of it… since it would mean showing off my ample thigh in order to make my point. And then you would know what my New Year’s resolution is… and that would ruin the surprise! Just imagine a salad plate sized bruise on the outside of my Marilyn Monroesque thigh and you have the idea. Seriously, though… I can honestly say this is the worst I’ve ever been injured. Fun.
