Only a true klutz can whack the same knee in the same place four times in less than an hour.  Yep, me again.  When I managed to do this, I was out in the melon patch picking cucumber bugs off the leaves and vines.  I was stepping back behind my rather large gargoyle to reach them and then stepping back out to drop the bugs in a jar of soapy water.  Each time I did it, I managed to hit my knee on the gargoyle.

     This isn’t a knee height gargoyle like the one pictured with the watermelon, this one is almost as tall as I am.  Don’t ask how I kept hitting my knee because I haven’t figured it out yet.  I guess I should slow down or something when I’m chasing those bugs.  I have managed to put a dent in their population along with the dent in my knee.

     At least I didn’t sprain my ankles again.  No, I look like I frequently did as a child.  I have a skinned knee.  I know when I go out to lunch with G later today she’ll have a good laugh.