So I was talking to JP in the kitchen and as I was walking out of the room, I managed to walk into a very sharp corner of a counter which has always been there, slamming my hip. As I cursed, I made a comment about the stupid house and this is how it marks our 8 year anniversary together. "That'll leave a bruise" I said.
To which JP replied, "But it's called a home-atoma"
(Get it? Instead of a hematoma? )