Last night, as Lauren and I were walking from my car to our apartment, we went past a pile of garbage bags near the curb. She decided to be a bad ass, because that rebellious streak really takes her over sometimes (ha), and ran toward a trash bad prepared to kick it. Everything from this point on happened in slow motion ... her right leg went back and then forward toward the black bag. She kicked into the trash and as she tried to then step over it her foot got caught and she stumbled onto the concrete, ass and back first and bruised her kneee big time. (aside: I slammed me arm into the radiator last night, giving me a freaking painful bruise) To make it even funnier, as she hit the ground she farted. It was really loud.

Enough said.