While on a training ride yesterday, I went into a loose, rocky downhill turn too fast and the bike slid out from under me. My head and face hit the ground first, denting my helmet and smashing my glasses/face into a small rock. Ouch. For the glasses, I mean. They weren’t cheap. And I guess for my face, too.

On the bright side, I’m starting a new job tomorrow! At least I won’t stick out or anything. As my father kindly tried to rationalize, it “just looks like [I] put my makeup on wrong.” Great. People won’t think I’m injured; they’ll just think I’m stupid.

2 thoughts on “We’ll just tell the kids I fell down the stairs.

  1. That newly-minted husband of yours have to raise the pimp hand already? You forget to iron his socks?

    Gooooooooooooooooo Bobby!

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