Ah

My lip is all busted up. Swole like Jay Z. Mrs. Xpinionated beat me up. Don't get it twisted, it wasn't a fight. We were playing around and her shoe somehow left her foot with velocity and trajectory that I, to this very minute, still find hard to believe. Now, I'm walking around work trying to hide my huge lip like I'm a battered husband...not looking folks in the eye, turning away to avoid giving them a clear shot of the grotesqueness known as my left upper lip...My normal cockiness is not to be found today.....I've kept conversations limited 'cause I didn't want anyone to see my malformed mouth.....

Ok, Mrs Xpinionated should feel bad enough now...if she even reads this...