When Clumsiness Attacks

If you remember, after my Easter debacle, I became a proud owner of crutches, and the proud borrower of Walter the wheelie cart. But with those two things came something else. Bruises.



Warning...these pictures might scare the life right out of you.



Don't judge me.



Just pity me.And for the actual injured area?Yep, a little tiny bruise. The main thing you can tell from this picture is that I desperately need a pedicure. But having someone touch my foot right now is not an option.

See, you should pity me.