Painful memories

I was reminded yesterday why I don't play softball anymore. I got frickin pegged in the shins - that's right, that's shins, not shin - with the friggin ball. It was a line drive straight to my leg, and the ball ricocheted off one leg and hit the other. At first it was a sharp sting followed by a dull throbbing, but boy did I feel it when I got home. The kid got out by the way - I purposely kicked the ball towards first so the first baseman could just pick it up and get the moron out. Seriously, I meant to do that. Unfortunately the lovely play cost me skirt priveleges for the next few weeks. Perfect timing too, with graduation and grad fiestas coming up. Maybe I'll learn how to glob on cover-up so it doesn't show. I should come up with my own product, 'make up for legs'. That's probly what stockings are for.