Oh, duh.

Friday night I left the house to pick up a Redbox movie, and returned ten minutes later with a nice quantity of blood seeping down the left side of my face (and clutching "Letters to Juliet" in my hand).  My first words to Russ were, "Don't worry, I did it to myself. I didn't get attacked or anything..."  I'm sure those words probably inspired concern rather than alleviating it.  At this point, I really wish there was a good story to tell, but basically my head got in the way when I was opening the car door to leave 7-11.  Yeah...not really sure how I coordinated such a feat, but there it is.  So here I am with a tiny cut that bled profusely and a nice bruise.  And a little bit of wounded pride.

And to my Token Asian Friend, think carefully before commenting on this one.  Just remember I know who was burning pumpkins in the field...