(Sweater: Old Navy Skirt: Styles 4 Less Shoes: Plato’s Closet)
The answer to the above riddle is ME. I have the worst habit of looking down at my arms and legs and finding the biggest, fattest bruises or I realize that I have a cut and am bleeding. The worst part is that I usually have no idea where said bruise or cut came from. I am crazy klutzy and run into things all the time (like “Who the heck put that wall there??! Rude!). Also, now that I have two rambunctious boys, they have a tendency to run full speed into me and cause my bodily injuries. I should start making up crazy stories for my bruises to make myself more interesting, like “I saw an old lady getting mobbed and jumped in to help get her purse back and successfully scared away her attacker.” Totally believable, right? Ha! Didn’t think so either.
The Girl With The Smile 