Bamer

The last two weeks have been exciting. As you know, if you have read older posts, my teeth got the old hi-ya ninja kick. So they are now slightly broken. The other day while attempting to launch a chair across a living room I ran into another little accident. The chair bounced off the wall and clocked me in the head. As if my pretty face had not been through enough in the last two weeks last night someone decided to sucker punch me. The kicker to this story is that for once it wasn't a joke or an accident. This was full blown rage. First I think it is important to point out that Mike Tyson as we will call him had to hop a fence, crawl through the bushes, and sneak up behind me. But good old Mike did all that just to pop me in the kisser. One second I'm minding my own business, the next, hot white flash and bark-dust in my pants. Why was I on the ground? What the hell is going on here? So I looked up and who did I see, none other than Mike Tyson. He was mad at me for this and that and well, big deal. So I carried on my night like any true gladiator would and ended up crawling in bed at some god awful time. The only downside to last night is that it hurts so much more in the morning. It always does.