Under the Arch

Knees...yes, they're mine. And, yes, those are bruises.

I. am. a. klutz. I run into things, bump into doors, trip over air, drop things, stub my toes hard enough to break them...a lot. Getting the picture? I'm pretty sure these current bruises are from the time I spent under my sink, trying desperately to remove my kitchen faucet so that I could replace it. It took me forever because I was determined to do it myself without any help from my dad or male friends who offered to help. I wanted the satisfaction of knowing that I could do it, and I did. I rawk!!! lol