So the other day while moving stuff I took a little tumble……OK, I tripped over my own feet doing something stupid and fell flat.
There was a 3-drawer plastic storage bin filled with tiaras that needed to be moved up front. It is bulky, heavy, and big, so first thought is “that looks like it might be awkward I should get the cart and safely move this”……….no not me I decided to just pick it up and carry it.
I learned that #1 I am not wonder woman and #2 gravity still works.
My reward for ignoring common sense are some very colorful brusing that shall be with me for the next couple of weeks along with some bitching ache and pain.
I have picked just one brusie on my arm to show, because there is no way I am puting a pic of me without a shirt, the big hips, or knocky knees online.
So you get the elbow.
the first 2 are the day of the fall, UUUGH! isn’t this just beatiful, but what is cool is the next 2 pics, then in getting ready this morning while combing my hair I notice that in the discolouration there appears to be a shape of a heart cooooool.
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- Ouch
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- I tell you OUCH!
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- Ooooh pretty
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- Pretty hearts
I guess it could of been worse, could of been up a ladder.
