I've managed to injure myself again.
It happens a lot
Sunday, I was sitting on the coach in shorts, enjoying a nice, piping hot bowl of soup.
Then I tried to put the bowl on the tv tray while avoiding dropping it on the dog.
And I managed to spill it all over myself.
It hurt, a lot. I did some screaming. David came out and tried to fix it, which involved both of us freaking out.
We've decided that we need to take some crisis management classes, because neither one of us remain calm or polite in the face of injury.
Here's the mark, 36 hours after injury. A little oozy and gross!