* ouch *

two weeks ago, i was at maroubra beach, having an awesome time playing gridiron catch. now i think about it, it seems that i've spent a lot of time this year this way. and you know what? it's always good: peaceful, challenging at times, and usually accompanied by great company and conversation. what's not to like, right? but then, on this day, i reached out to catch a pass, made contact with the ball, but missed.

so this leads me to reveal... did you know: i didn't know that a 'fracture' meant a bone was broken until like, 2 years ago?

but now, in addition to knowing what it means, i now officially have the pleasure of know what it feels like.

check out my awesome bruises:


i suppose the funniest part to the story is that i didn't realize that my finger was broken after it happened. so as we had friends over for dinner and a guitar hero session, we spent the next 2-3 hours jamming. the next morning though... my finger wasn't looking so pretty.

but i must say, i wore those bruises proudly. ;)