This is what I get for not going to mass
As part of our holiday celebrations, we played SPUD in my aunt's front yard. For those of you unfamiliar with this game and unwilling to search Wikipedia, it involves running as fast and far as you can. And mine is a fiercely competitive (and merciless) family, so you haul ass. Point of the story: I was running, looking back over my shoulder and instead of turning into a pillar of salt, I turned back just in time to see the fire hydrant. I tried to hurtle it, but was already too close, clipped it with my foot and tumbled into the street, scrapping my palm, elbow and hip. My sister ran over, called a halt to the game and checked on me before nearly wetting her pants with laughter. It was sweet. The second time I ran into the exact same fire hydrant twenty minutes later, she said I was the dumbest person in the world and I deserved to get tagged.
I rarely bruise, but my shin is already blue and my foot is suspiciously swollen and I laugh every time I think about it. I'd call this a successful Easter.
I rarely bruise, but my shin is already blue and my foot is suspiciously swollen and I laugh every time I think about it. I'd call this a successful Easter.