Resistance is Futile

Nearly four years ago, I married the man of my dreams. Which means about four years ago I had my bachelorette party, during which I attempted to dance on the bar but fell off the barstool before that awesomeness could even begin. And that means it's been three years since the bruise on my shin went away.

Yep, you read that right. That blasted bruise lasted for almost exactly a year. Which, in hindsight, was about what I deserved.

Singing all night long: Totally awesome
Dancing all night long: Totally fun
Dancing on bars: Totally unsafe
Falling off bars: Totally embarrassing

But, hey, you only (usually) have a bachelorette party once, right? Totally worth it.