Ouch.

This is easily the stupidest thing that has happened to me in a while.

I went over to my friend Stacy's last night to iron my Harry Potter Gryffindor scarf for tonight's book release party. (Apparently as domestic as I am, I still don't have an iron - although that has more to do with not having any room than me not wanting an iron.)

Walking up the sidewalk to her house, I slipped on a twig and fell over. Hard. I scraped up the length of my leg, almost twisted my ankle, and bruised my knee. My shoes went flying and I just sat there swearing for about two minutes (@#!$!!!) before I scraped myself off the sidewalk and hobbled up to the house.

All in all it is almost as gross as what happened to Dave's foot, but nothing will ever really be as gross as that. (At least my skin is still attached to my body, albeit scraped, unlike Dave's 'incident.' Eww.)

But now I have to limp my gimpy ass around the Harry Potter party; maybe I will just dress up as Snape after he got attacked by Fluffy on Halloween in Book 1, that way it will sort of look like I am limping on purpose!