Sometimes, just to be a little silly, I run and jump on Bryan expecting him to catch me (not always smart) and this sometimes leads to pain.

Earlier this week (on Tuesday), Bryan and I were talking in the kitchen. He was sitting on our bench next to our table and I decided to run and jump on him, while he was sitting on the bench. I backed up almost to the fridge and started toward him. I jumped up and … … most of me made the jump. Just not my leg. I slammed just below my knee into the bench and these pictures are what happened (please excuse the blinding white/non-shaved leg):

Now, you have to know I took this pictures Friday afternoon, so it had been quite a few days since the accident. Right after I hit the bench, I looked at my leg and it was already bruising. Wednesday, when I woke up, the bruise was way uglier and had a strange white center (my friend Andrea said that was a bad sign with bruises). Next time, I’ll have to watch out for stationary objects.