raccoon face

I managed to give myself two black eyes. 8(

We keep our wine bottles on top of our refrigerator. I didn't realize that my bottle of Grappa had worked its way to the front of the fridge, and when I opened the door it fell and smacked me square on the bridge of my nose with its big glass stopper. I yelped, and then cried, and DH came running to see what was wrong.

I just looked in the mirror, and sure enough, two dark purple smudges are starting to appear beneath my eyes. There's a scrape on my nose, and a huge bump where the bottle smacked me.

My biggest concern? What are people going to think of a pregnant woman walking around with two black eyes? No one buys the "I ran into a door" excuse these days, though basically that's what happened - I was careless and hurt myself. It was stupid, too, that damn bottle has fallen a couple of times already, but I keep putting it back.

It's silly to worry about this sort of thing. Anyone who knows me knows that if DH even thought of lifting a hand to me, I'd tie his balls into a knot and then kick him to the curb. If I let him live at all. Not that he'd even think of such a thing, he's just not wired that way.

My face hurts.