Talk Without Speaking

Hey, isn’t is supposed to be pouring rain right now? I mean, this morning I was listening to rain warnings and hearing about how Whistler was supposed to be receiving 30-50cm of snow! I’ve barely seen a drop here! Wicked, tricksey, false weather reports. We hatess them.

So this last Sunday I got completely smoked in the face by an Ultimate disk which caught me solidly right between my eyes. There’s no doubt in my mind that if it was a tiny bit lower, it would have broken my nose and, having already broken my nose three times in my life, I’m not terribly eager to do it again! As it stood it simply gashed the bridge of my nose leaving some temporary gushing blood and, now, a healing wound. People tell me that it makes me look tough. How having a cut between your eyes makes you look tough is a bit beyond me and tough is not exactly what I am going for anyway. Ah well. I’m sitting on my hands every time it itches; the last thing I want is a nice scar between my eyes.