I realized that with yesterday’s post about how it felt to get punched in the face after coming back from Arkansas. You see, then I was speaking metaphorically. This beauty was real.
I like to tell people I got it defending Nicole’s honor. Nobody believes me.
Actually, I got it playing Ultimate Frisbee. I jumped for a pop-fly, but another player jumped higher, then came down on my face with his elbow. After playing for another half hour after this, I thought I probably should go home and put some ice on it.
But yeah, this photo was taken at work, two days after the incident.
If you were ever wondering what my desk looks like, well, here you go:
If you weren’t wondering… well, I’ve got nothing for you.