Dismount
If you don’t want to be affected by TMI, stop reading now.
I have to come clean about something. Yes, I do have a huge bruise on my back, and yes it did come from falling on the corner of a plastic crate we’d packed up in preparation for the big Floor Job, but I didn’t, um, just fall, or, um, have an accident while playing with the dogs. So if I complained to any of you about my injury and it was attached to one of those stories, I apologize.
Now normally I am a total clutz. I can run into anything. Wall? Yeah, I’ll hit it. Filing cabinet? I don’t stand a chance. Coffee table? Bye bye shins. But it has recently come to my attention that my clutziness is significantly increased by alcohol. Big finish off the karoke stage in Mexico = very long 4 hour trip to a US hospital after much tequila to kill the pain. Gin and tonics and jumping around the living room = crutches for a week. Red bull and vodka combined with other, um, ‘activities’ in the bedroom = big fat nasty bruise and inability to bend over. So there it is.
But hey, don’t get me wrong. I’m completely comfortable talking about this subject (the ‘activities’, not the alcohol, although I’ll talk about that if you want). All married couples should be as ‘active’ as we are, you know? I just don’t think its worthwhile advertising the fact that I actually injured myself doing it.
So, are you grossed out? Well if so, shame on you! I challenge YOU to get a little bit crazy with your significant other. And if it happens to end up in a bruise or two: war scars my friend. Love it.
