Bob and I have been having a spot of bad luck lately... with our noses.
On the 4th of July we went to Sugar House park and a couple of guys/idiots were playing football in the dark and amongst a ton of people. We were walking past, as one guy threw the football, just as Bob was looking up. It connected perfectly with Bob's nose. It didn't bleed, but gave him a major bruise.
Then a couple of nights ago I went to tell Bob good night in the dark and give him a kiss. And I accidentally hit his nose hard with my head. Bob's nose bled off and on the whole next day.
Then at work yesterday I was carrying a huge box and didn't see as I walked into the wall. The package came up and slammed my nose with the force of a boxer. Now, Bob and I have huge bruises on our noses, and are afraid to get close enough to kiss.
Do you think this is the universes way of telling us to get nose jobs? The weekend starts for me today at 5:30. See you all back here on Monday. Happy weekend!