Banged My Shin

Welp, I banged my leg superbly at the gym yesterday.

After finishing my last exercise, I turned to my left and headed for the exit.

But one stride in I banged my shin on a machine.

It hurt, but I kept going, thinking I just bumped it good.

It hurt more.

Halfway to the door, I looked down at it.

I was bleeding everywhere and had a large gash in my skin.

The guys at the front desk helped bandage me up and I drove myself to the ER over by Dunkin Donuts.

Honestly, the anesthesia for the stitches hurt way more than bumping my leg.

My favorite part was getting to gross y’all all out with pictures.

This morning all you girls asked if I was ok.

I love you,

-Dad

(And that’s no red sock. That’s a gray sock. 🤢)

A story in three pictures:

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Banged My Shin
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Kind Of Game

K, my sweet flower.

You are just the sweetest thing right now.

But I have to tell you about what happened at Grandma and Grandpa’s house this last week.

The first night there you slept with Mom in my old bed, and I slept in the rec room with T.

On the second night, we switched, and I slept with you in my room.

All that to say – you all went to bed way before I did – and I stayed up super late talking to Grandma and Grandpa.

When I finally came upstairs, I quietly got ready for bed, showered, brushed my teeth, and tiptoed over to you.

As I eased onto the bed and under the covers, you shifted and loudly said:

That’s enough. You know what kind of game this is.

Hahaha. 🤣

What in the world were you dreaming about?!

I have no idea.

But Monopoly is my guess.

I love you.

-Dad

Prison Food

H, last night at dinner you said the funniest thing.

See, Mom had cooked homemade potato soup the day before.

I was not a hit with any of you children.

To make it worse, we were eating the potato soup as leftovers with grilled cheese on the side.

So we just start eating and there is all this crosstalk and complaining about dinner.

You cut everyone off and declared to the table:

Hey! We should be thankful for this – because they serve stuff worse than this in prison.

I’m dead now. 🤣

I wish I had a picture of the look on Mom’s face…

And by the way, I don’t even know what y’all were complaining about.

The soup was actually delicious.

I love you.

-Dad