In Colonial Williamsburg, I pinched my finger in the door of the church pew that George Washington used! I have the blood blister to prove it! I feel at one with history, ya know?

My Chanel sunglasses slid off of my face and into the grey wolf enclosure at Busch Gardens. The odds of the glasses slipping through the chain link inner fence were minute, but somehow they managed to do so. Mr. KR had the nerve to laugh at me! Mr. KR doesn't know how much he paid for those sunglasses

Also at Busch Gardens, a woman ran over my sandal-clad foot with her stroller and smooshed my daddy toe. The toenail made a valiant attempt to stay attached by a teensy bit of skin, but it finally fell off today. Ewwww. It's gross.

Went to a picnic for Mr. KR's Navy Reserve unit at an amphibious base and got trapped in a port-a-potty for 20 minutes because the door jammed. It must've been close to 100 degrees in there and let's not even think about the smell.

Just a typical couple of days in my life

Blacked out, fell off of and ran myself over with a four-wheeler.
Lost my class ring in a customers grocery bag like a week after I got it.