She might have known what she was talking about.
This is my knee. The boo boo on it is a direct result from a motorcycle. Seriously, we were at the dealership surrounded noisy two wheeled machines and I stepped off a tiny curb, turned my ankle, and went down on my knee. I tried to tuck and roll to protect the new $200.00 helmet in my hand. Consequently, the helmet fared better than I did.
So, I'm sitting at home soothing by skinned knee with a small bowl of cookies and cream ice cream.
Oh yeah, meet the newest member of our household.
Larry calls HIM Harley. That's SO original. (eye roll) I call HER Ladyhawke when Larry isn't listening.