So there we were, derping around outside with the dogs before dinner, just goofing off. We went to come back inside, I forgot something outside halfway through the door and turned back around to go get it, and slammed my knee right into the door jam. My knees are already a bit iffy from me having horrible ballet posture for years.
Me: *knee slam* F*%k! Son of a b&^%h! Ouch!
Husband: Maybe you could spend less time online and learn less language, hehe.
Me: It's in my blood, my grandpa was a sailor.
Husband: Yes well, I see you were having quite a nice day... until you took a door jam to the knee. HAHA!
