Saturday, November 27, 2010

Thanks, Herc!

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father; prepare to die., Thursday into Friday morning, Hercules decided that some ghost of Thanksgiving past wanted him dead. Since he sleeps in-between Todd and I, his quickest path to make a panicked exit was via MY FACE. He missed gouging out my right eye by about 1/4 inch. I don't know if you can see the little puncture marks around my eye. But he did manage to give me a loverly slice on my right cheek. Awesome.


Anonymous said...

Herc is totally grounded now, isn't he? BAD HERC!

Bubblesknits said...