butter my bruises

boo, my shins are swollen. no wonder ive been feeling so achey. its almost as if my toes are having a mini who-swells-more competition with my shins. something i'm totally unaware of. blahh.

i'm still amazed at how i could add 4 giant bruises, 2 on each leg, one on top of the other to my giant collection of bumps and bruises in an instant.

once again, every bruise on gloria leads to yet another stupid tale of how it even came about. like toe, who very unfortunately kicked coconut tree, shins rammed over newly erected platform on dance floor. these people obviously dont quite know how to design a dance floor. its already so tiny, and they have to put this 6feet wide circular platform right smack in the middle. if i was famous and had a constant undercover paparazzi crew hovering over my every move, i might totally lose all glamness in a nanosecond.

i was in a dress, a short red halter dress. tripped over the platform and rammed shins into it which resulted in me sprawled all over. kevin had to quickly pick me up to save me from further embarrassment. haha. though i must give myself credit for caring solely about searching for the rockglass that flew out of my hands. hah. what a night. im hoping no pictures were taken. hur hur.