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One of Those Mornings

So...this morning started out well. This is what I found:














Don't worry - it's on my elbow. Not somewhere scandalous like my ankle. But I don't know how it got there. It's a deep one - you would think I would have noticed something...pain maybe? Nope. Not a thing. No clue how I got it.















See that big crack across the building? Yeah, not so much a crack in the building - but the crack in my windshield that I witnessed being created on my way to work this morning.

And finally, this is what my bathroom looked like when I got in the shower:














This is what it looked like when I got out:














Please tell me the rest of the day isn't going to be like this!!

Comments

Kristine said…
I am sorry! Funny though!
Baby Sister said…
I don't know which is more painful...the bruise, or the crack. Sorry!! Piper is hilarious though. :)

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