So, last night, after a great KFC supper with the Freehouse gang, I made my way home. I get to the house and proceed to slip on the sidewalk and scrape my knee and leg up pretty good. I hobble into the house and feel pretty sad for myself. The pity-party was on!Travis had little compassion for me, because I'm a huge klutz and this is not my first scraped knee. But to his credit, he did get me a warm cloth to put on the scrape.
Now in the light of day, it looks fine, but I'm still going to try to milk it. Let's see how long I can avoid taking out the trash ;-)
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