Monday, March 15, 2010
Aren't those the coolest bruises? If it didn't hurt so stinking bad to bend my arm, they'd be even cooler. I had to wear a sweater at church yesterday, to keep them covered- The Schroeder said it looked like he was an abusive husband, and to please explain to people that it was a moment of klutziness- which is usually how these thing happen anyway right?
I'm sure you're dying to hear the story, so I'll indulge you. It was Tuesday morning, Girl child had the best morning of her second grade career, so I allowed her to choose her method of getting to school. The scooter was the vehicle of choice. alas there is nowhere to park it at school, so that left me to ride it home, you see where this is going now don't you?
I made it safely all the way to the driveway, and totally ate it on that little bump that separates the driveway proper from the gutter. the garbage men saw me biff it, and laughed. I jumped right up like I wasn't hurt and dragged the danged scooter to the back yard, along with my wounded pride.
I would show you a picture of the other two bruises, knee and foot, but I can't really bend in such a way as to get a picture... and getting those arm ones were hard enough, so you'll just have to use your imagination. just know they're ugly but no where near as cool as the ones on my arm. All in the name of good mothering and all that you know