On Sunday as my sister was getting ready, she showed me a bruise on her right upper thigh. It was about the size of a half dollar. I asked her what it was from.


She's playing soccer so I was really excited about it for her.

Then, as she turns around to walk to the bathroom and she has this huu-maan-go bruise on her left upper thigh about the size of a cantaloupe.

Me: What is that from?

SL: Oh, umm...I ran into a desk.

Me: just laughing hysterically

Clumsy athlete.

Isn't that an oxymoron or something?