As I was swimming the other day I noticed that my legs were speckled with their usual bruises (which is not at all unusual due to my clumsiness). Is anyone else as clumsy as I am? I swear I pay attention to where I'm going, but somehow I end up running into everything. At least that's what I think happens. I usually don't remember where they come from. After the millionth bruise you kind of lose interest in their origin.
Well have I got a story for you (which has to do with bruises of course). Several months ago while I was at a work meeting I had several bruises on my arm from who knows where and the person next to me asked where they were from. I said I didn't know, but that I'd been working on finishing my basement recently and that maybe they were from that. She looked at me very suspiciously and accusingly said "what, did a beam hit you or something?" Talk about jumping to conclusions! To make matters worse, we met together the next day and I had to decide if I should wear short sleeves again and take the chance of this lady making another lame, totally uncalled for claim, or if I should wear a long sleeve shirt making it appear as if I'm trying to "cover" something up!
Also, several times when I've been away from home without Joshua people have asked me, sounding very concerned I must add, "where's your baby?" They've also asked my me and my husband this when we've been out without our baby. I've almost said to them that I left him at home by himself in a dirty diaper with knives lying all over the floor. Obviously I'm fine with people asking where my baby is if they aren't suggesting that I'm negligent, but where do people get at accusing me of abandoning my baby just because he isn't on my hip 100% of the time? Ugh, this is one of my new pet peeves.