I pulled a classic Robyn move and bashed my leg into my own car door on Wednesday. Since I am so used to leg bruises I didn’t even flinch, and just went right into a thrift store. After 10 minutes of shopping and profuse bleeding, I looked down to see blood on the blouse I was holding. I guess it’s a keeper now since even after cleaning it just seems wrong to sell. Clumsiness score.
It’s ownership by contamination Friday,