This past Saturday, I was telling the stories about the stupid shit I did while Jim was in Kuwait – in particular, when I broke my nose going after an ankle bracelet I left at the pool which I purchased in Hawaii, 8 for $5.00.

It’s never a good idea to climb a fence when you’re shit faced.

Especially when it’s for something you paid 63 cents for.

Ahem, anyway.

I was looking for a particular picture on our network (which I still haven’t found) and came across the broken nose pictures.  They made me laugh and grimace at the same time.  As a reminder to myself to not get retardly drunk this weekend (Wine Fest Friday night, Green Dress Run/St. Patty’s celebration Saturday), I decided to post a couple here.

Remember, kids:  Beer and fences don’t mix.  Climb responsibly.

Angela super-gluing the end of my nose.  She is a trained professional.  You have no idea how grateful I was to have been partying with her that weekend!  I was feeling absolutely no pain but was upset about the blood I got on my favorite tank top.

The day - well, day and a half - after.  Monday morning I went to work looking like this to ask for the day off to go to the hospital.  The nurse was kind enough to take the "after" pictures for me.  Purdy, huh?