Clutz

Yet another graceful move by your friendly blogger...this morning I managed to close a heavy metal gate on my ankle, causing considerable pain, some not-so-ladylike language, and half a day of limping.

But, being me, I coordinate well--my pajamas almost perfectly match the enormous bruise on the back of my heel.

Don't worry, I know it's not broken...I'd know if it was, as I've been there, done that, plenty of times. No, I'm just a pretty shade of purple, and feeling all sorts of chagrined.

It's a beaut, eh?