wait, wait, wait....WHAT happened?!?!

Hmm, good thing that we took our formal pictures for our adoption website and birthmother letter in the morning BEFORE I suffered the worst facial injury (albeit superficial) that I can remember. Because this is what happened in the late afternoon. I wish there was a better story than the one I'm about to tell. One that involved a bear attack in the woods. Or a fall from a ladder while painting. Or a pete rose slide into home for the game winning run. Nope. Just a ridiculous katie morrison klutz story.

Devin's work friends were sponsoring a night shift verus day shift kickball game. Things were going splendidly. I got a stand-up triple. I caught a ball for an out. Woo-hoo! Then it starts to go downhill. I went to the bathroom and my insulin pump came out of my skin. Oh geez. So we go to a pharmacy and I get a syringe and take some insulin and all is well again. We head back to the park for some more food and kickball. I chat with my mom briefly to check-in about her battle with the computer and it seems like she's won. Things are looking up again! Ahh, but then we lose klaus for about 5 minutes and get a bit frantic looking for him. Turns out he's hanging out with the folks at the picnic table about 25 yards away. He's sitting politely on their blanket and they are all petting him. They gave him half a sausage. He has no interest in hanging out with us anymore. We finally convince him that some good scratches behind the ears and owners who take you to the park and for walks and feed you are way cooler than some measly sausage. Then I have to go to the bathroom. I start to trapse through the woods to find the nearest area to go. I turn around and say, "come on, klaus!" as I start trotting up the hill. BAM!! I'm on my back and my face stings a bit. Who put that stumpy tree branch in front of me as I turned around and WASN'T watching where I was going?!?! I touch my face and it's a bit bloody. I walk up the hill a little more and devin's co-worker asks if I'm okay and then makes an exclamation about the wound on my face. She then immediately asks if she can take pictures.

I try to casually walk back out on the field and of course EVERYONE (all nurses, remember?) asks if I'm okay and asks what happened. I don't want it to be a big deal...sure, it stings a little and I think my eye might be getting a little puffy, but I just want to clean it and get the pieces of the branch out of my face. And then the domestic abuse jokes start and never stop. And then klaus tries to hump me (which he never ever does) as I'm sitting on the ground and devin is cleaning my wound.

I'm sure there are a few questions...all of which I will clear up now. Were you drinking?? I was the designated driver...I had had 3 beers over the course of 3 hours PLUS at least one 32oz Sigg bottle of water. Inebriation did not play a role in this. Why were you turned around calling klaus to accompany you to the bathroom? A busy or tired dog is a good dog. I was trying to keep him out of trouble AND away from those sausage people.

I'm admittedly excited about the prospect of a swollen eye with some pretty purples, greens, blues, and yellows over the course of the next week. I am NOT excited about the explanations I'll be giving to colleagues, friends, and neighbors. Devin said that he thinks I'm incredibly unlucky when it comes to random injuries...as my family can attest, I think "unlucky" is a very generous description.

P.S. Our camera took a swim in the ocean when we went snorkeling in Cabo. It was in a really safe place....devin's fin. Not sure when we'll get it replaced so there might not be many pictures on the blog for a while.