In Case You Need A Laugh

So, like the now expert DCer that I am, I went out to a happy hour (or two) Friday after work. By the time I got home from my misadventures, it was indeed bedtime.

I was in good spirits, apparently, and jumped onto my bed. (Yes, I jumped. Who did I think I was? A five-year-old kid??)

Well, I must have used a bit too much force because I went sailing across the bed and the next thing I know there’s a big thud and I’m on the floor with a skinned knee.  

How I disguise myself as an adult most of the time, I don’t know. I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I tried.