And the worst part isn’t even the pain! I had walked over to see my darling husband in his office this afternoon. We were both coming home via different doors and as I took my second step on the sidewalk, my ankle rolled (stupid weak ankles) and I came down HARD on my right knee. OUCH! Of course, my husband saw the whole thing and heard me yell out “CRAP!” really loud. Loud enough to bring the boys running from the house anyway. I’ve got a horrible scraped up knee, was bleeding a little bit (which now hurts worse because of the alcohol I put on it) and I’m sure it’s going to get an even bigger bruise.
But the worst part about it? I tore a hole in the knee of my favorite jeans! MY FAVORITE JEANS!!! I’m sure I’ll mourn the loss for many days to come – at least until I find another pair!