Sticks and stones . . .

. . . may break my husband's nose.

Last year, Beer Fest got the best of me.

This year, I was determined not to repeat that disaster. I ended up being the sober driver for our group and just had a few sips of beer during the festival. It was a lot of fun, and I was happy to awake Sunday morning and not have to go to the Med Center.

However, come Sunday night, I still found myself in the ER.

Andy received a highstick to the face during broomball. It broke his nose and cut his eye open. They were able to glue the cut shut, but he looks pretty beat up.

On the last Sunday of Febuary in 2011, I plan to lock ourselves in the closet for the day.