bruises and bed frames

i like bruises. that might be strange for me to say considering that i'm a woman, but i'm a woman who grew up with four brothers. bruises make good battle wounds and good stories. so...i'll tell you the story of the bruise that is on my arm. it's not a bad bruise but its story is great.

i spent the night in the dorm room of some of my close friends last night. they have a futon...very exciting. :-) after a lot of manipulating furniture and moving things we unfolded the futon so that it was a bed. then, as i laid there i realized that it was terribly uncomfortable because the mattress stuffing was crowded in some places and almost absent in others. my good friend jennifer suggested that i roll around to distribute the stuffing more evenly...so i did...a little too enthusiastically.

i ended up rolling off of the bed so that i was on the floor with the mattress and the metal frame slid somewhere to the side. my first reaction was to laugh hysterically. jennifer's reaction was more practical and helpful. she ran over and picked up the flowers that the bed frame and i had accidentally spilled and grabbed some paper towels to clean up the water from the vase. nothing was broken and as we cleaned up i realized that i now had a bruise...and a good story to tell. (but the futon never got the chance to be a bed because it turned back into a couch after this incident :)