In case you were wondering, my middle name is Lynn but I am certain my parents chose the wrong middle name for me and I am sure you can see why. For a clumsy, devil-may-care gal like me, I deserve not one but two middle names and those names should have been "Accident Prone". Say it with me. April Accident Prone McLeod. Don't those four names sound good together?
Now that we've gotten the introductions out of the way let me tell you why how I wound up in the emergency room one year ago and let me tell you why I had sheepish grin on my face, despite the circumstances.
Because I had blood streaming down my face when the accident occured I had to revisit the scene of the crime many months afterward. This photo depicts what should have happened on September 7th, 2009, but sadly that was not the case.
On our rare day off, Amos and I decided to go for a hike with our coonhound, Daisy, and her foxhound friend, Jesse. All was going well until.....
Jesse jumped into the water
and then Daisy followed right after her. Since Amos and I were determined to turn Daisy and Jesse into bosom buddies we were thrilled that they were finally bonding in a pool of water but I didn't need to celebrate with them, for goodness sakes. Not listening to Amos' warning about the slipperiness of the rocks, I held onto Jesse's leash and hopped from rock to rock until.....
I slipped into the water and my nose suffered the consequences. When my nose hit the rock I happened to be wearing wire framed aviator sunglasses and that was a poor combination for my nose. As a result, part of the skin on my nose was hanging off my face as we exited the trail. Hikers probably wondered why I had a t-shirt held tightly against my nose but the people who wondered the most about my situation were the nurses in the emergency room. Let's just say that the nurses suspected Amos of domestic violence, poor guy, and I can't say as I blamed them! I did look pretty ruff! Hee-Hee!