I ate so much asparagus this week; my pee smells like burnt underwear.
I have never gotten a speeding ticket or a ticket for some cool-sounding moving violation, but like a huge nerd, I have gotten a ticket for Jay Walking and for not wearing my seatbelt.
I heal well from injury. My blood clots quickly and in a good way and I do not bruise easily. This is a good thing, but it is also a little annoying. When I get hurt, I want there to be some proof or evidence that I am suffering: A big black knot on my calf from where I smashed it into the bed frame at 3am or an oozing bloody gash on my hand from when I accidentally rammed it into the corner of the desk in a purely excruciating moment. Instead, there is barely a mark or scratch or discoloration and when I tell someone I am hurt, I never get the proper emotional response that say someone bleeding profusely from a purple open wound on their face might get.
I am surprised grammar check accepted that above paragraph.
And now, the space photo of the day: