For those of you that don't know me that well, I bruise and scar really easily. My husband and I joke that if he looks at me the wrong way, I'll bruise. That's not too far off. Well, tonight I'm going to bed far more black and blue than when I woke up.
It all started when I walked into the open dishwasher door at lunch. I hit it so hard that my foot went numb for a second. That's nothing compared to what I did after work. Matt and I have been running and biking a lot, and today we were out of milk and rice so we rode our bikes to KMart. We got what we needed and headed home. We had to cross a grassy patch to get home, and I got all cocky and headed down the cement drainage ramp really fast so I could make it up the small grassy hill at the bottom of it.
I didn't make it up the hill. There was a large divet at the bottom of this ramp and I went straight over the handle bars and my bike landed on me. I haven't fallen off a bike since I was a kid. I felt pretty "x-games" after that. Fortunately, I fell on grass. I just got dirty and have some impressive bruises on my legs from the handle bars.
To top off my clumsy day, I ran into the closet door pretty hard with my arm when we got home. Yeah, it's just one of those days.
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