For Lack of a Better Blog

I guess what I meant by "future Allie and future Mike" was one day later.

Because while I had all the good intentions of the last post being a true story, we promptly went down the front office to revoke our Notice to Vacate only to be informed that our apartment has already been leased for the next tenant.

The irony.
It is not lost on me.

So we're buying a house. A beautiful house. And that's that.

Mike and I play this dumb game that's not even a game.
We have this rule: whoever is the last one in bed has to turn off the light.
And it's not a terrible thing to have to be the one to turn off the light, but then you have to find your way in the dark, and it's just so much better to be the first one in bed.

So the other night, I got all my s done before bed, but Mike was still setting his alarm. I scampered over to the bed, and did this stupid little hop.
"NO!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!" Mike said as he realized he would be the one to turn out the light. So he chased me and I flipped around and scurried toward the opposite edge of the bed.

The thing about that edge of the bed, though, is that there's a wall.

So I hit my knee REALLY hard against the wall and skinned my knee and there may or may not be paint missing.

And all week since Tuesday, I've been dealing with a skinned knee. It looks like a cigarette burn.
Don't kids skin their knees a lot because they fall down or whatever? How do they deal with this pain? I don't remember it hurting so much when I was younger.

"I'm the same as I was when I was six years old."
-Neverending Math Equation; Sun Kil Moon

(And, yes, I know Modest Mouse wrote the original, but Sun Kil Moon sings it so much better.)

Where do you move when what you're moving from is yourself,
TWS