Owie, Part 2

In case we needed more evidence of the fact that I'm terribly accident prone, earlier today whilst taking off my shirt to get in the shower, I managed to bash my elbow against the wall. It doesn't hurt that much any longer, unlike my knee, which hurt for about a week afterwards. Also unlike my knee: I've got a sweet bruise:

The web cam doesn't do the bruise justice, it's an awesome shade of strawberry pink surrounded by deep purple. And there's a little scab in the middle, because I also managed to break the skin. Yes, this was all caused by hitting my elbow on the wall while taking off my shirt. I've lived in this house for 15 years, it's not like I didn't know the wall was there.

Moral of the story: I never want to hear you complain about hitting your funny bone. I will laugh at your "pain." Also: I should not be allowed to take off my clothes or live in a place with walls.

Awesome

I'm in love with Paul Rudd. I think Sara and I, and possibly Nicole, are going to see Role Models this weekend.



And here's the Role Models trailer, for more good Rudd Funn.

The Good and The Bad

First of all: Obama! Obama! Obama! I feel bad that he's inheriting all the problems Bush created, but, hey, things can't get any worse. I have faith, Obama.

But, it's not all good news. Those of you who have an interest in gay rights will be saddened to know that gay-marriage bans passed in 4 out of 5 states, including California.

Read more about the election results you care about at feministing.