Last weekend I was in Las Vegas. Did you figure that out? I'll get to the rest of the trip some other time, but you've got to hear this....
Late in the afternoon on Saturday, after we bowled, I went to sit by the pool to read my book. By a ridiculous twist of fate I had not packed a suit, so I wasn't really interested in swimming, but even at 104 it was a beautiful day in the desert so I headed out. I found a shady spot and read for about 2 hours.
I finally decided that I needed to go in so I packed up my things and started walking.
Until I wasn't.
Yep. I missed a step and my water bottle flew about 25 feet. I scraped my toe, scraped my foot in not one but 2 places, gave myself a nasty charlie horse in my calf, and landed square on my knee, and have a quarter-size scrape.
A very nice couple saw it happen and were horrified but were nice enough to help me up. I think my pride was bruised more than anything.
Yep. You can call me "Grace."
Monday, June 4, 2012
Just Call Me "Grace"
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Ouch!
And you know they were wondering what exactly you had in that water bottle.....
At least you didn't break your toe like Florida !!!
No way! So glad you didn't break anything. Let's see....I remember when I would scrap my knee when I was young and my grandmother would say "it will go away before you get married."
ouch! is there video?
D'oh, my knee aches just reading about it.
oops!!!! I hope you are all healed?
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