My Bruised Knee

The other day Justin and I went to my old Relief Society president, Erin Kelly's wedding reception. It was a really nice. Everything was set up real well and Erin and her new husband looked so cute! However, J-Bray and I felt a little left out. We were the lonely BYU 65th ward attendees (even though Justin isn't even from that ward; so I guess I was alone). Then out of the blue I saw Erin's old roommate Katie Zavoral. I was extatic! I hadn't seen her in forever!  So in a act of excitement Katie and I ran to each other and embraced (haha, those of you from the BYU 65th ward know why this is funny). However, because of my lack of height my knee was lower than hers and smacked right into her shin. Ouch! It hurt! J-Bray and I soon left after this; however, my knee continued to hurt for the rest of the night. I thought I might die, but I was brave and strong and pushed through the pain. Then this morning I woke up I looked at my knee and beheld that there was a large bruise. This was not there the night before. Ouch. But I still love Katie. No hard feelings. Only painful ones. Enough said.