Sea Green

That will be the color of my right butt cheek sometime Monday after the black and blue fades. Ramona and I took a new route on our walk this morning. I figured we could cut through the backyard on the way back. WHAT was I thinking? Steep hill blanketed with pines needles. Traction isn't something they provide. Dog off leash flies down the hill. Large, slow moving object slips, tries in vain to regain balance, (arms flailing here) falls with a noticeable thud. Ramona runs back up to moaning object sprawled out on the hillside. Magical puppy kisses motivates the wounded soul to scoot on her broken ass (seriously, it's broken) down the remainder of the hill, stand and limp into the house. Brings new meaning to a Bang Up 4th of July!!!!! Har. Har. Ouch!