this is my injured leg. you can't see them very well, but i currently have sixteen bruises on this leg. how did it happen?
well, i fell down the stairs in my complex. it's a funny story, actually. my roommates and i were going latin dancing on campus and we were walking down the stairs and lesley was saying how she was scared to fall down the stairs. i was telling her that if she falls, she should just make it look like she meant for it to happen that way. but the second i said the word "fall," i completely biffed it and slid down the flight of stairs with my right leg under me and my left leg extended.
it was hilarious and i'm proud to be a part of our apartment's favorite anecdote.
this is caleb. he's pretty much our sixth roommate. he even has his own food cupboard and totinos party pizzas in the freezer.
oh, and he bakes us cookies and brownies and apple crisp all the time.
and yes, that is the apron mom made for me.
i don't know what it is about guys in rexburg wanting to wear that...
this is where i spend a lot of my time nowadays. i even went there today on my day off [thanks mlk!] because i have more homework this semester than i've ever had in my entire life.
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ouch! when you were falling like that, did you have your hands up, with jazz hands/sparkle fingers? that is how i picture it. :)
love the bruises!! did you also scrape your foot?
glad (sort of) to see that i am not the only klutz in the family!
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