Me: What happened?!
Katie: I fell when I was running.
Me: Oh my god, are you okay?
Katie: Yeah, it's not that bad. More of a scrape. I was really annoyed. I had to stop my route. [My sister is a dedicated runner. She runs about 3-5 times a week, and to me that is dedication.] Well, I didn't have to, but it looked really bad. A lot of people saw me. I stopped when I fell and started walking home, and these three teenage girls were walking behind me, clearly talking about me. They were talking about how embarrassing it would be to fall down in front of so many people. I mean, really?
I suppose this transcription doesn't show it (due to the fact that I so don't remember the conversation that well), but Katie is quite hilarious. She's showed me the two blogs I read the most (Hyperbole and a Half and Kazooisms), and though that technically doesn't make her funny, it does show that she has a good sense of humour. Wow, this is getting off topic. Okay: Katie is hilarious; she cut up her knee and hand today; that really sucks.
As we were discussing her knee and her ghetto bandage (we have no real first aid materials, despite the fact that our mom is a nurse), our father informed us that our mom was now awake (she works nights). She told Katie she'd go get her real bandages from work. Katie thinks I'm a freak for being fascinated by the application of first aid materials, but I know I'm a freak for much more interesting quirks.
In any case, this is what her knee looked like post-injury and pre-non-ghetto bandage: