"You guys are KILLING ME!"

To know Scott Darwin is to love him.  He likes order and routine and hates change - it stresses his structure.  I'm not sure if it all goes back to his US Army days, but that certainly plays a role.  He  hates change almost as much as he hates it when something happens to his wife or kids.  So, as you can imagine, my accident has him in a tizzy but just as he is getting back to his routine he gets a call.  A call from Nikki, that is.  I'm still in la-la land, feeling like I was run over by a Mac truck so she couldn't call me to help her.  It's only 9:00 am which means John would still be asleep so she couldn't call him to help her.  She was left with no choice.  She called her dad to tell him that she had an accident, on her bike ... exactly 7 days after my famous fall.

"You guys are KILLING ME," I heard coming from the home office.  Scott comes stomping by, the back door slams and off he went.

Thankfully Nikki was riding with a friend who stayed with her until Scott got there.  Her tire got caught in a groove in the concrete and her guardian angel was with her that day because there were no major injuries but boy was she banged up!  After she caught her breath she would have fixed her flat and rode home but the groove actually shredded her tire so she needed a ride - - and a trip to Richardson Bike Mart to get her bike checked out because the handle bars were knocked out of place, along with the seat and who knows what else.

wow!  what a sad pair we make!

Nice bruise!