Last weekend my mom and snis both asked me how I got a bruise on my tricep. No clue. I’m running into stuff all the time, and I don’t keep track of where these bruises come from.

A few days later, as I was getting frustrated for tripping over and bumping into things* around the house, I thought “I should keep track of this stuff so I know where all my battle wounds are from.”

I didn’t do a great job, but I can tell you:

  • I ran into something Thursday right before we left for the movies, and it cut the back of my right leg
  • I jammed my right elbow into my tumbler straw in the car Friday, and it cut it up
  • I grabbed my deodorant to put it on Friday night not realizing I grabbed the one with the cap still on it, and scratched up my armpit
  • I kicked my painting supplies toolbox so hard with my right baby toe last night that it immediately started bleeding and throbbing

Put me in a bubble, please.

No related photo, but since I mentioned her, it’s my snister’s birthday! Happy birthday, snis!

*Not random things sitting out, things like walls, bathtubs, counters, the dishwasher, etc. Things that are always in the same place.