Exhibit A:
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(and really it is looking pretty decent in this picture from the black it was the day before)
"What happened to you!?!"
I first want to tell them to calm down, and to let go of my bruised arm they are squeezing onto. No seriously, this has happened to me a few times this week. I'm embarrassed because the story is silly. It isn't easy to hold a conversation in the elevator where I say,
"Well you see, I wash my dog in the shower because it's easier to wash him that way. He is also a dog who likes to squirm around, and while we were both in the shower together my dog freaked out and jumped onto me. In which I fell through the door of the shower grabbing onto whatever I could on the way down. The next thing I knew I had a bruise on my arm"
Most of them responded back to my story with...
"Alright, who beats you?"
As of right now, I'm sticking to jackets and long sleeved shirts.
1 comment:
Ouch! I have the same problem---I bruise so easily! Sometimes, I'm like----"where did that come from?"
I'm coming into town next week---and am getting with a few blogging chiquitas there on the next Monday night----the 19th----do you think that you could come? YAY!
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