While it is my yearly tradition, I didn't think I'd end up slipping on snowy/icy ground before the end of the year, thus ending my curse of slipping at least once every year and landing on my knee, BUT I WAS WRONG!!!
I have been tending to my scraped, bloody, bruised, and busted up knee and tomorrow I am going to see my doctor about what kinda damage I've done to it and if it's that severe. Don't worry, I am able to walk on it, but not without limping pretty bad. So I intend on staying off of it as much as possible.
So yeah, I'm laying on the couch with ice on my knee, a blanket over the rest of me, a bowl of orange sherbet and a spoon in my hands and I am currently watching Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. Almost a perfect night alone... waiting for my man to come home from his evening with the boys.