the mistress of grace and coordination

....strikes again.

i was supposed to be setting up the tent and readying the beads and tee-shirts to sell.

i was supposed to avoid the large concrete cinderblocks we brought with us to keep the tent from kiting off in the wind.

i was not supposed to trip on one cinderblock and fall flat on my face.

you think i exaggerate? well maybe I need to be more specific. I landed on the concrete on both knees (and I am a big girl so that was quite a lovely sound/picture in itself), but that was not good enough....the speed i was traveling (i was trying to get the damned thing ready for the throngs of Badger fans that would soon be walking past and hopefully buying shirts and beads) I kept moving forward. my hands hit the concrete next, and if that weren't bad enough my face finally ended the journey.

copious amounts of blood later, I emerged with a trashed/scraped knee, two palms a bit worse for wear, but the best was my face. from the tip of my nose to my hairline is trashed. most of it is just road rash, but about an inch an a half across the bridge of my nose i am sporting a deep gash, a few layers of skin and a chunk of nose missing. I am a sight.

i escaped early and came home for a long soak, but damn I hurt.

beyond the scrapes, aches and bruises:
    my glasses are scratched beyond usefulness
    I couldn't wear them anyway, it was the bridge of the glasses that gouged out the chunk of skin...and that hurts
    and I never got my bratwurst becaise i left before lunch!

so now I will take my iPod with an audio book on it (since I can barely see close or far ....thank goodness for spell check), and hide away for a while, and feel stupid....and hurt.