I was attacked by my vacuum cleaner

At least that is the story that I am choosing to go with.

I honestly have no idea how it happened.

I was merrily {ha} vacuuming our bedroom when it unhooked {I have no better way to describe it}, fell and hit me on the leg.

We have a Dyson and when you are using the attachment/hose thing the vacuum has to be standing up with the wheels locked down.

It's not that the vacuum just fell over and landed on my leg, no, a sharp corner of it sliced the back of my calf.

I felt the pain before I knew what happened and looked like a non-bleeding flesh wound appeared on my leg.

The pain and the incident quickly left my mind although K forewarned me that I would get a nasty bruise from it.

This morning though I scraped the back of my calf on our shoe basket and *pain* reared it's ugly head.

That's when I looked down and saw this:

Please ignore the weird grayish-purple color of my calf.

I have no idea why it looks like that, other than to blame it on the weird light coming through my blue curtains and the fact that I took the picture with my cell phone.
I promise that I'm not a zombie or anything.

Yes, I took a picture of my bruise and texted it to my husband.

Why?

That it is a very good question.
Um, I have no reason other than to garner his sympathy, ha ha.

I could blame my clumsiness for what happened.

Or my inability to apparently do more than 5,000,000 things at a time.

Instead though, I'll just blame the vacuum.

I think it makes the most sense.
Don't you?