Thursday, August 9, 2012

Recycled stupidity

When I was little, maybe ten years old, I decided it would be fun to put our small recycling bin on top of my skateboard, get in the recycling bin, and ride down the driveway.

Problem was, you can't steer a skateboard so well when you're sitting in a recycle bin, so I shouldn't have been surprised when I hit the curb, and flew across the road, landing splayed and scraping my knee and ankle. I call the scars that resulted, my "stupid marks."

Well, I've done it again.

Here is what my knee looked like immediately following what happened this time.

And this is what it looks like now.

It all started when I was cleaning the kitchen, getting rid of a stale baguette. Because sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a ninja (I can't think of a better excuse than that), I tried hitting the bread on the counter. Nothing happened, it didn't break. Aha! I'll try "hi-ya"-ing it with my knee.

Uh huh. Not only did it NOT break at all, but it made my knee bleed like crazy, and it still hurts to bend it.

So yes, now I'm going to have another "stupid mark" to add to my collection.

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