The Mystery Bruise

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  1. Jessica says:

    Wow, that was funny–only because I’ve been there. I keep thinking either my husband or one of the cats smacked me in the middle of the night. Turns out I wind up doing it all to myself!

    Jess

  2. KennethSF says:

    I’d be more concerned with a mysterious hickie than a bruise ;-)

  3. M.A. Smith says:

    I am wondering about the comment that you were extraordinarily painful. How are you extraordinarily painful?

    Ah yes, I added a “t” to that “I” and now it makes much more sense.

  4. Senja says:

    And the crack in your skull?

  5. Jill says:

    tag, you’re it. tell us what middle name your mom gave you with Sarah. and drop by and see my ramblings.

  6. JamesMommy says:

    My sister-in-law calls those UPI’s…Unidentified Party Injuries :o )

  7. tori says:

    I hate when that happens!

  8. Devra says:

    The logistics are bothering me. If you were sleeping “IN” the room, then how would you bash yourself “ON” the corner? Wouldn’t you have to be sleeping outside of the room? Or is this a room that has corners that are indented? If it is a room with indented corners, I want pictures. I’ve never seen such a room let alone slept in it and injured myself mysteriously.

    I’ve had many mystery bruises in my lifetime, so I totally can relate to that happening. It’s the logistics that are confusing me.