There were any number of things I wanted to talk about today. Like the enormous zucchini I have waiting to be picked. Or the fact that I actually did a bit of raspberry picking yesterday. (Remind me never to take my dog along again when I go berry picking. I feel like I learned that lesson last year, but it apparently didn't stick.) Or small things I've been doing lately to reduce our water usage. But no, it was not to be.
I broke my nose playing softball last night. I'm the catcher (usually) and while I did manage to catch this foul ball, it happened to be with my face instead of my glove. Will I ever forget the image of a ball coming straight at my face? Not sure. At least I didn't pass out, and I didn't have a concussion. (Shane played the "fiance card", as he calls it, and made me stay up watching a movie when we came home from the hospital, just to be sure.) Anyway, if you want to know what I look like, I resemble this a little too much for my own comfort:
If you'll excuse me, the Vicodin has kicked in and my head is swimming. Movie time.