Ma Vie Folle

So the other day, Kaylee and I were “pretend fighting” to see who our dogs liked better would come to defend.  (Got this so far? lol) Anyhow, we were pretend (or very lightly) smacking at each other and the dogs were going crazy… just then, Kaylee took a pretend swipe and smacked my glasses into my nose.  Hard.  In fact, the grip things on the bridge (that go on the nose) cut into the side of my nose a bit and I was bleeding profusely.  (Okay, well, not profusely… but there was a tiny bit of blood and a teeny cut).

The next day Shane was sitting in his chair and I asked him to see if there was a bruise on my nose.  I came close, knelt down under the light, by the edge of the chair.    He had just cracked a fresh bag of beef jerky open.   I love jerky, so I took a big whiff…. I said, “Damn, that jerky smells like a fart” … and proceeded to tilt my head down so that he could see my nose.  He said, “Yeah, there is a little bruise and a small cut…. and, by the way… yes, that was a fart.”

Sweet.