Oh, and Deas, don’t beat yourself up over the Brownies incident (as they seemed to be doing a good enough job of that as it is! – I jest.). Brownies are a deceptively cruel breed….

And hey – if it makes you feel any better, I’ll share my bone breaking anecdotes with you. I’ve broken the same bone twice – my right wrist (ulna, to be specific). The first time I broke it after being pushed off of some playground equipment by a pack of Brownies. (Yes, a pack of little girls broke my arm. Manly, no?) The second time involved a bit more testosterone, at least. I was rollerblading backwards down a ramp at my grandmother’s house repeatedly. I knocked over a basin of tulip bulbs and forgot to pick them up before going back down again. I prefer the story about hitting a bunch of tulip bulbs scattered across a concrete ramp I was hurtling down backwards on wheels to the story about being pushed off a wooden tower by some little kids who’d later sell me cookies as Girl Scouts. Sigh. I feel your pain. (But not your itching!)