The Candyman Can Cause He Mixes It With Love

We all have our places in life. Some of us are destined to be graceful, cool, and lucky. Some off us are destined to be fun-loving, silly and witty. Then, some of us are destined to be... as my mother put it... klutzy doofs. Which sums me up pretty well, I think.

The first story I had to blog pales in comparison to the second, but it none-the-less does have a gross-out factor. I was running in my neighborhood in an attempt to get back in shape for the Race for the Cure at the end of the month. Toward the end of my run, I was almost back home and covered in sweat. Like I had been swimming sweat. Which is when I ran through a cloud of gnats. You know those little clouds where the gnats just swirl around each other? Yeah, that one. I ran through it. And any half-intelligent person can figure out what happened. To make a long story short, when I got home I had to go to the bathroom to clean all the gnats off my face.

On Sunday in between conference sessions our singles branch met at the president's house for lunch. After we had all eaten, some people started to trickle out. Toward the end, there were about 15 or so people still there. I was sitting in a chair, some random guy I didn't know was next to me, and FH and babyla were sitting on the piano bench playing on the piano. I noticed my friend A-team taking a pic of 2 other friends, so I thought it would be fun to hop over to where that pic was being taken, on the other side of a Love Sac, and stick my face in. I did. So I decided to hop back. But it didn't work out so well. I was told later that my foot got caught on the Love Sac, causing me to trip. Whatever happened, all of a sudden I was on the floor, mortified. I got up, grossly aware of the silence in the room as everyone had stopped to watch. I sat back down in my chair, and slowly converstaion resumed. I became aware of babyla asking over and over, "Mommy, are you ok?" FH was concerned. Apparently I had hit the piano bench on my way down. I said I was fine. It wasn't til we were leaving that I told FH my wrist REALLY hurt.

So we watched the second session, my wrist getting worse the whole time. By the evening, I conceded to my parents wishes and went to the ER. Long story short--fortunately, my wrist is not broken, just severely bruised. The bruising and swelling causes the pain and lack of movement. I have a splint to wear for the week. klutzy doof, eh? What's even better is the pic I hopped into had a delayed flash, and I didn't know. Only my ear made it into the photo.