Silverthorne

So. What happens when you clock yourself in the face (or, more specifically, the nose), with a 40 pound case of formula gift bags?

Well...you won't need botox for a while, and the underside of your upper lip will turn a nifty purple black color.
You get to take a nice, three hour vacation in ER land, with a nifty side-stop at the CATscan room.
Your nose will drool blood.
And smiling isn't the most pleasant sensation in the world, at least where the upper middle portion of your mouth is concerned.

Oh, and you can't go back to work until a regular doctor confirms that you haven't developed any unseen week spots that will turn into an anyurism when you lift something thanks to bloodpressure doing what it does when you lift heavy things.

Wheeeeeee!

Pic later. Maybe. ^^;

(I didn't break anything, BTW. So at least there's that. :) Smiling really does hurt right now, though).

...There's a reason why they have specialized spoons for grapefruit.

You're remembering that reason right now...

(Pee Ess: Get some grapefruit spoons next time you go to the store.)