Saturday night as I was heading to my car, I realized that I had forgotten something inside.
I attempted to jog back to my door, but slipped on the wet grass and straight-up spread-eagled it on the lawn.
The worst part was that I was in a Catwoman costume at the time.
I stood up, shaking my head. “That was not very catwomanly at all.”
Now my ribs really hurt. I think I’ll just pretend it’s from a baddie’s boot.