Funny story. It is dark in the basement, Rosanne on the big screen. Mom and Alex are sleeping on the opposite side of the couch and the dog just above my pillow. So I lay down and apparently freak the dog out because he takes his whole mouth and grabs onto the side of my face.
Luckily only one tooth broke skin, pretty deep though. I screamed and mom and Alex woke up. Mom was freaking out, and I felt no pain so I kept telling her I was fine. She said I was bleeding, I said it was just her meds, I was not bleeding. Well I looked at my hand, I was bleeding.
Five minutes in the bathroom stops the bleeding and all Alex says is, "At least you have two weeks till prom." :D.
Here's a picture of my battle scar.
Tomorrow is my dads fiftieth birthday and my sister and I are taking him to the Tigers game.
I have never been to a winning game.
We'll see how this goes.
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