Last month I was being nice and getting Lance a bowl of ice cream. (After the kids went to bed. We are those kind of parents.)
The ice cream was really hard, and as I worked the scoop through it slipped and hit my thumb. Hard.
I knew I had bruised it pretty good, but it wasn't until it started to grow out that I realized how hard it was hit. Isn't it lovely?
The ice cream was homemade Fat Elvis. (Banana vanilla with peanut butter and fudge swirls.) Or was it the homemade blueberry cheesecake?
Either way, worth it.
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