Funny.

Here's a story for ya. On Thursday night, Sara and I went to Walmart. We were getting out of the car, when Sara said, "Erin. Do you need your phone?"
I didn't remember that my phone was sitting on the seat, I thought it was in my purse. I said, "Oh, I don't know." So I grabbed it. I was already out of the car, and leaned forward to get it, banged, BANGED, my head against the frame of the door. A thump was heard around the world. In pain, I started laughing and grabbed my phone. Sara checked out my head, which to my surprise, was not even red. Yesterday morning I woke up to realize I have a bruise on my head, at the top of my hairline. It was pretty funny, if you ask me.