Since we are so good at sharing our injuries...here was my latest...



It's now to the point where it looks bad but feels o.k., luckily it missed my kneecap so I don't have a bruise on my bone. My ankle injury is STILL there.
The picture actually doesn't do the colors justice, they are much more vivid.

 

Oh, how it happened was Steve and I were about to unload a 300lb. rototiller out of my Suburban (a big heavy-duty one). I had a good grip and he was trying to get a grip. He went to move it an inch or two to get a hand on the end and when he pushed it, it came flying out straight at me and down. I can't lift that much so down it went. I still was hanging on to the handles!

 

Naw, we don't have that type of relationship. I don't hold things over his head. He has asked me daily how it is and is careful not to bump it and said sorry. That's all he has to do in my book. I told him when it is fixed though he still has to till for me so I can plant my garden!