I could tell you that Lance hit me with a hammer.
I could tell you that I slipped and fell on a wet pool deck.
I could tell you that I dropped a bowling ball mid swing.
I could tell you that I was performing some complicated gymnastics excercise.
But all of those would be dirty, nasty lies.
I was practicing piano. I was trying to play octaves, and my hand just isn't quite large enough. So I strained my wrist. It's been hurting for a week. Some of you may remember when I tweeted about it last week.
That wrist brace makes lots of things difficult like typing, and even lifting Lance.
So like a fool, I took the brace off so I could write this post.
Already I am regretting that decision.