Friday, June 26, 2009

The Annals of Man (Cont.)

A trip to the BMX track goes wrongImage by robpatrick via Flickr

I just slipped and fell down moving boxes of books, and I skinned my knee. I'm not going to clean it off till my wife gets home so she can commiserate.

I didn't cry. Later on at the ballgame, I will buy myself candy, possibly a stuffed animal albeit a *manly* stuffed animal.
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John McChesney-Young said...

My (certified; not to be confused with certifiable) wound nurse wife says you should wash it or it will scab over with dirt in it and not heal as well.

Peter Moore said...

What will you do with those pasty white thighs?

....J.Michael Robertson said...

Here's a nice story. I fell down just before we left for the
A's game Friday. A fellow in the row in front of us pointed out my wound, and I said it was fine. He left and came back in five minutes with antiseptic pads, gauze and big bandages. And they say chivalry is dead. Well, not chivalry exactly, but you know what I mean.

Peter Moore said...

What will we do with those pasty white A's

....J.Michael Robertson said...

You see ugly, I see the foreshadowing of 25 beautiful swans.