This morning I was brushing my hair and walking into Brad’s room where I keep the hair dryer. (Why is it in there? I don’t know. It just is.)
Anyway, walking and brushing and BAM! I hit the corner of the door jam head-on with my elbow. Not the bone, the squishy, tendon-y part. It doesn’t hurt unless I lift my bent arm up. It’s a rather specific motion, but apparently I do it all day.
Stupid arm.
I don’t know.
Kristi says
From your post title, I thought you were going to tell us a joke. This was not a funny story at all. You didn’t even hit your funny bone.
Brad says
Ha! I thought it was a joke too:
A horse walks into a door. The door says: ‘Why the long face?’
Hahaha! Horses literally have long faces! And a door is asking questions!