Seriously. I fell while jogging this morning. That's the second time in four months. Could I be any more clumsy? I tripped on the uneven sidewalk....again. And again, my dog sped up and I couldn't regain my balance before eating sidewalk.
Only last time, it was during pants season. That means two things...One, I was wearing pants when I fell and they somewhat protected my legs. Two, I could wear pants during the day to cover my embarrassing scabs. This time it's shorts weather. That means two things...One, I was wearing shorts...the same shorts that were once pants but I cut them off because I fell in them and ripped holes in the knees four months ago. My scabs are worse this time. And two, I wear shorts during the day and my nasty scabs are exposed.
Jeff always posts pictures of his injuries so I'm following suit. Only he always bloodies himself up by doing something cool like long boarding. I wish my bloody knees came from long boarding. That would make me the coolest mom on the block. Does that not make me look like I'm six again?