Oh, my nose!

So there was a Power Ranger in the ceiling...

I spent the weekend at Ty's house and I think Nate broke my nose! The Red Ranger was somehow stuck in the rafters downstairs and I was about to pull him to safety. Well, Nate never pays attention, so he missed that and decided to throw something at it.

That something happened to be a matchbox car and it also happened to miss the Power Ranger and/or rafters by at least a foot or two. What it did hit, however, was me... right on the bridge of my nose.

Pain. Oh, the pain.

But I didn't scream any bad words in front of the small children, although Nate was a little freaked out that he almost knocked me out or something. But I wasn't so worried about it then. Now, however, I am home and it is brusing/swelling a little more.

And, oh yes, the best part: The car had a spoiler, which gashed me right across the nose. Oh yeah!