I might put up a pic I took of it with the band-aid off later...

Okay. It's Halloween. I'm dressed up as one of my favorite book characters, cute bulky shoes and all (Alice in Wonderland). The sun has finally set and my family and I are trick-or-treating (yeah, I'm old for it but I like candy) at about the same pace as this rather nice man and his adorable son (or nephew or something). We get a few yards in front of the pair of them. Behind me, I can hear the guy encouraging the kid to jump over a little stream of water. This sounds adorable. Thinking this, I turn to look. My bulky shoes slip in the wet, chunky gravel, and I lose my footing. Instead of landing, I slide. All my weight is on my right knee and it's stinging. As I'm struggling to stand, the kid walks up to me and asks if I'm okay. See what I mean? He was terribly cute. Unfortunately, there's nothing cute about this because my knee looks like it has no skin and thick, red blood is pouring out of a huge hole in my tights. But he's a kid. Not wanting him to see the mess, I stick my prop (a homemade sign) in front of my leg and repeatedly lie to him by saying "Yes, I'm fine, don't worry" until his father (or uncle or whatever he was) manages to convince him to leave me and keep trick-or-treating. And the fun doesn't end there. My knee is such pain that I can't use stairs at a reasonable speed. We are in the stair-iest possible part of town. I have my siblings go up stairs and get candy for me... The few people I can reach think my injury is part of the costume.

Then we went to Subway. Mmmm. Marinara meatball.