This happened because I am not a particularly graceful person. I'm almost as clumsy as our much-missed kitty, Pinky. Now I'm wondering if I'm going to have a scar when this is done. A scar would only be fun if it was achieved in a particularly memorable way.
What happened to me wasn't particularly cool.
Oliver Queen couldn't help but notice the mysterious scar above her right eyebrow. Too late, he realized she was watching him.
"The scar? It happened in the Spring of 2017," she said in a smoky voice. "Hurrying to enter my car, I thunked my head into the edge of the roof as the front door swung into my legs. And what of you, Mr. Queen? How did you get quite so many scars?"
"Oh, hey, look at the time," Oliver said. "Gotta go!"
Me, too. So no blog this week. If this bleeding doesn't stop, maybe no blog next week, either.