Battle Wound

I'm showing you my sweet bruise because I have an awesome story to go with it, and it goes as follows:

Two days ago, I needed to run out to the van to get something. I heard something coming up behind me, and turned to see the neighbor's dog charging me. I started to run backwards when I fell into the side of the trailer we're borrowing to get the junk out of our garage. Luckily, there was a metal piece in the bed of the trailer that I was able to grab and use to scare the dog off before I was bit.

Ok, not really.

What actually happened was that I was putting a bunch of Christmas cards on the mailbox to send out that day. I didn't want to get my feet wet from the snow, so I just sort of leaned out the door. When I leaned back in, my hip hit the door knob. By the next morning, it was ugly looking like that. It makes me laugh because it was such a lame injury.

Now do you see why I had to make the first story up? Bruises like that are supposed to come from baseball bats and brave things like that...not door knobs.

PS-I think it's a pregnant thing. I usually don't get sweet bruises like this.

PPS-My wedding ring is not on in this picture. It does not make me happy, but it's for a good reason--WINTER. This stinkin' weather makes my skin so dry that the only time I'm able to wear my rings anymore is if I leave the house. Otherwise I swell from dryness. Again, lame.