Last night

I busted my ass last night. And not in the "I worked really hard and it paid off" kind of way. I fell down. I was leaving Catbirds and walking down the sidewalk carrying a tub full t-shirts. I lost my footing, my ankle slipped, and I fell to my knees. I did not drop the tub of t-shirts. I got up and walked to the car, loaded the shirts, and then checked out the damage. Not only did I skin my knee and put a gash in the side of my foot-my favorite pants now have a huge tear in the knee. Total bummer. And on top of all that, while cleaning the apartment yesterday, there was some question as to whether or not the vacuum was working, so I put my hand underneath to test it. It was working. It sucked my left index finger up and took some skin off. I'm sorry, body. Yesterday I was not good to you and I am feeling it today.

I guess one good part is that the last time I fell down like this was over a year ago on a Galveston pier after JBoone's wedding (at least it doesn't happen every week), and the result was this photo, so I think it was worth it. I am on the left...Emily N on the right busted her ass about five minutes before I did. It was not a good night for the skin on girls-named-Emily's knees.