I guess it was time.
You know, because I did not yet have a scar there.
And maybe, just maybe, high heeled boots are not the best tool for breaking branches for my in-law’s chiminea. Or perhaps metal garden shelves are not the best place for faces to land. But hey! Now my in-laws and their house guests have a new story to tell. Because all impressive injuries need audiences. And bourbon.
My left hand and knee and bruised up as well as my right hip. I’m spending today at home.
On the bright side, I’ve got blog content. And the swelling has gone down.