This is the way the conversation went.
Robert: "What did you DO you yourself?!"
Janeil: "Did you go walking where I told you not to go?"
Carrie: "Did you fall? Are you okay?"
Vaughn: "Seriously, you can't tell at all."
Christina: "I have this germicide wipe. You don't have to use it on the cut, but your face is probably sticky."
John: "I like the story that you were in a bar fight."
Terry: "What happens in Sturgis, stays in Sturgis."
Christina: "We will have to start calling you Harry Potter." (Because there will probably be a scar.
Me: "I am SO embarrassed. Man, this stings! Did I break my nose? Will the bleeding stop soon? Now I will have a scar just like Andrews. Do I have to tell my kids? I definitely can't tell my mother! I just want to cry. Will this be gone before Robert's reunion? Should I blog about this? Can I pass it off by saying, 'You should see the other guy?' "
So here it comes. And seriously, this had nothing to do with riding a motorcycle. It was just me being clumsy, catching my toe on a rock and then slamming my face on another rock. All within the view of Mt. Rushmore. I am home from work for a couple of days because it looks worse now. But I am fine otherwise. Just don't let this scare you. Okay?
