So this morning, Paul and I walk out into Winter Wonderland. And by Wonderland, I mean Attack of the Glacier. He steps in front of me and says "Careful babe, it’s slippery." And I go, "I’m fine." And then, of course, I fall. Hard. On my knee.
But I dust myself off, and like an Ice Princess, walk to the car.
Paul, like a gentleman, does not laugh. Out loud.
Later, at work, I was told there was something on the elbow of my white sweater. I brush it off. "No seriously, it is stained brown." So I look and realized what it must be.
"Oh right, that is because I walked outside this morning and bailed."
About an hour later, I realized there was no way the stain could have come from the dirt on the ground, because I had a jacket on when the ice attacked me. I wondered for a little bit about what it could be.
On the way home from work, in the car with Paul, I recounted the whole mystery of the stain. He came up with the theory that perhaps it was blood from the fall that leaked onto my sweater. As soon as he mentioned it I realized my elbow hurt like crazy. But worse I realized this entire day, I had been walking around bleeding, making myself susceptible to Vampires.
So yes, the point of this whole story was to tell you that I am almost done with my Vampire book. And I now believe Vampires are real. Just as after reading Time Traveler’s Wife, I talked about time travel as fact. Just like how I hope one day my children get letters from Hogwarts delivered by owls.
Because books are our friends. Ice is not.
(And there is not a scratch on my elbow.)
enJOY it 
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