...and, yes, it is as bad as it looks

We headed back home to Florida over the Labor Day weekend thinking that it'd be a quick trip to see family, have a little BBQ pig-out fest, and relax during the long weekend we were home.

All that happened...and more, unfortunately.

I don't know what it is, but it seems like if anything wrong could happen on a brief weekend getaway, it will find a way to happen. In our case, it struck J in the worse way, but I have to say it was his fault for the most part. The picture is a PG-13 version (or G-rated) of the extent of his injuries, but I didn't even get a shot of the rough parts since I was administering some first aid to him WHILE yelling at him. My brother, BJ, was snickering beside me taking shots of his accident on his cell phone (which you see on the left), my mom was throwing towels at J to stanch the bleeding, and my dad was literally on the floor rolling with laughter.


Anyway, to sum it up this is what happened to J (in chronological order):

1. Had a BBQ at his parent's place for lunch.
2. Went back to my folk's place to chill out.
3. Decided to go on a run around the neighborhood after the sun had gone down (around 8pm).
4. Was chased by a gaggle of antagonized Canadian geese.
5. Tripped on the crack in the sidewalk, and fell into the road.

When J made it back to the house, both his knees were horribly gashed to the point where the top layer of skin was simply scraped off. Like, clean off. It's like someone took a peeler and peeled the skin raw...which is pretty nasty to look at. J was profusely bleeding down his knees, whining that his ankle was hurting, and trying to get the little pebbles that were embedded in his palms.

...ugh. Talk about a rough weekend for him.

Despite J's mishap over the Labor Day weekend, Rome and I enjoyed our time with family. It's nice to kick back and hang out with family, which is why we went home. I'll elaborate more a bit later. It's time to tend to the I'm-off-work-for-another-day-because-of-my-accident husband.