If you think it was hard for me to convince my boss that I was seriously calling in sick today because of a bleeding-out-my-ears, dry-heaving, vampire migraine, imagine the difficulty I face tomorrow when I try to explain that my lip is split, swollen and bleeding because my dog jumped up and slammed his stupid skull into my face.
For what it's worth, R has offered to call and tell my coworkers himself that he didn't backhand me. In exchange for getting to tell all our friends that he
did. I think that's fair.
Watch: five gets you fifty that I find a way to break my nose or get a cauliflower ear between now and seven tomorrow morning.
