Storytime
So, yesterday, July 27, 2019, I had been invited to a friend's house. At one point, me and a couple other friends decided to get on the jungle gym that they had. It had 3 swings and money bars. I got on the monkey bars and hung from my knees. When I did this a second time, I decided to go barefoot. Now, let me explain. I had brought my sandals, which I like to call Jesus sandals, they're trendy (or were) where I go to school. So I come back down and the side of my heel hits the edge of my sandal. These sandals have a raised edge on the entire rim. So I hit my foot on the sandal and think nothing of it. Then I feel some pain, so I look down and see that an inch long pice of skin had been stabbed into, about a quarter of an inch deep maybe. So I'm just like "Hey S my shoe cut my foot." And then she was like "What the f*ck, Gracen??" And so basically I hobbled inside and was like "L do you have any gauze?" And no, she didn't. She went downstairs to look for bandaids. She didn't have any, so I just grabbed a paper towel, because by this time the cut in my foot had started to bleed. I could also start to see how deep the cut was because of where the blood was coming out from. So, long story short, I cut my foot on my sandal, which shouldn't be possible, honestly. And I'm writing this while laying on my couch, watching Mystery at the Museum. Now I have an excuse not to get up. Thanks sandals. I hate you now. But thanks for the excuse not to get up.