Shaddy Survives Bloody Attack

My friend, Gully, who lives in Alaska, spends many hours every summer picking up roadside litter. I remembered this when I rode my bike past a heavily littered stretch of road on Sunday afternoon.

When I returned home, I grabbed two large trash bags and drove back to the trashed scene and set to work, cleaning it all up. I found some plastic and paper waste had even blown into the rows of corn.

Unfortunately a sharp strip of molding I'd picked up, punctured the trash bag and attacked my leg. Of course, tough girl that I am, I didn't even realize I was a victim until I saw my leg bleeding. Fortunately, my doctor had given me a tetanus shot a couple of months ago. I didn't request one, he just told me I should have one and the nurse stabbed me before I could faint.

Although, I ended up with only half a garbage bag of litter (honestly, I had expected to fill at least one bag if not two) and received a minor blood-letting wound along with traumatic injury to my lower left leg, my impromptu cleanup campaign was a brilliant success. I'm pleased to report that after I rested heavily for the remainder of the day and got a good night's sleep, I limped in to work on Monday without crutches or assistance of any kind.

Although, I'm dreading it, I expect a call any day now from one or more of the morning shows, requesting an interview. I had my hair colored yesterday to cover the gray and I've packed an outfit but really, I was only doing my part to keep America beautiful. Oh dear, I do so dread the publicity. (Excuse me, darlings, I almost forgot to pack my matching earrings).