Pizza for Dinner
Thursday, March 23, 2006
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Just call me Jacqueline Clouseau
This morning as I was walking to the bus stop I came to a wooden bridge that spans a stream. There's usually mud on either end of the bridge since there's a bit of a decline and it's well traveled. As I delicately stepped over the mud onto the bridge I found out there was ice on the bridge. The good news is I didn't fall. The bad news is I slid into the railing and slammed my arm hard. Like screaming out loud rousing birds from the trees loud. And, since it's been a while since I've had a good bruise story, I bring you these. It's hard to get a good photo of a bruise on your upper arm, as it turns out, but I think it looks like a heart.