Thank you, Rory.

See this one? Her name is Rory. Rory is not very bright.

I was headed to church this morning, intending to get there early so that I could tune up my guitar and practice my offertory before the rest of the band got there. Rory had other plans.

I headed down the stairs carrying my guitar. Rory came from behind me and ran between my feet. I tripped and fell down the stairs. My guitar came down on my right knee and instantly left a goose egg. I fell back against the stair treds and now have an enormous bruise on my back. It is black as black can be.

Thanks, Rory. You realize that I'm the one who feeds you and cleans your litter box, right?