Remember those growing years, where the kids' equilibrium is off and they're off kilter...falling all over the place because they're growing taller? Well, I think I'm in for a REAL late growth spurt. I landed on my ass again.
There seems to be a recurring theme. I just did a half-gainer at the coffee shop last Thursday, and this morning I landed on the only stair in my newest-albeit under sized- apartment. Life isn't fair. The coffee shop landing produced a slight darkening on my underarm, barely worth showing off as a war wound. This morning's splat has left a five inch burgundy piece of art on my left cheek, and I can't show it to a damn soul. Maybe I'll moon my aunt, but that's it. My roomie has a web cam...I could probably send a pic to mom.
That'd make her day. Hell, Lepus's butt is on the net, maybe I'd put a pic of the bruise on the SF...the group was clammoring for pics the other day. As a matter of fact, I think she put her pic up for basically the same reason.
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