This Is Why I Can Never Be Left Unsupervised

My face this morning looks like it should tell a story. "I got mugged," maybe, or "Well, you should see the other guy."

But no. This fat lip, Quasimodo-like cheekbone area and heavily bandaged eyebrow are due only to a slip on a patch of ice, followed by my failure to break my fall because my hands were in my pockets. I have six stitches and a broken pair of glasses thanks to some intimate face time with the sidewalk.

I would laugh at myself, but laughing and smiling hurt right now.