This is a picture of my lower leg. You are smart and likely figured that out before I told you. Did you happen to notice the lovely red scrape across the pasty whiteness? Yeah, I noticed, too.
How might I have acquired such a scrape? I'll give you a few guesses:
- While biking up a mountain, I got a little too close to a bush.
- While hiking up said mountain, a boulder got in my way.
- I got in a fight with a cheese grater, and obviously won.
- None of the above.
If you guessed "none of the above," you are right. Yesterday morning, I rolled out of bed a little groggier than normal. Without allowing my brain the proper time to calibrate, I got up and wandered into the closet. You might wonder why. I'm with you there. I would love to tell you exactly what happened, but my memory of the incident is a little foggy. Maybe I attempted to don socks while standing on one foot. Maybe I was doing a groggy morning stretch. We will never know. The next thing I knew, the hamper bit me. My leg slammed down hard and slid across the corner of the hamper. A slightly-more-awake Davy limped out of the closet to assess her injuries and find some coffee. And that's how it's done, Ladies and Gentlemen. I could write a book called, "How To Accidentally Injure Yourself in the Safety of Your Own Home." Trust me, this was not the first incident.
So, this story has a moral:
Always wake up fully before attempting dangerous stunts,
like putting socks on.