The Infamous Rake Story (12/2/06 -- originally titled "Maybe I don't kick as much ass as I thought")

At least in the not hurting myself department. Much in the vein of several wonderful women before me (you know who you are!) I managed to give myself a black eye today. How you ask? Well, I was putting something away in the basement and managed to step on the tines of a rake. Not a leaf rake, a rake for tilling or whatever it is called. When I stepped on said rake, its handle smacked me in the face. Now before you get ahead of yourself and assume I'm a total retard, the rake was up against the wall, not resting on the floor, so it isn't like I had time to move out of the way. I honestly cannot believe that this cartoon-like black eye-ery occurred to me this afternoon. To add to the cartoon like nature, I actually saw stars. Luckily, no large lump appeared. Instead I have a black eye that I am sure many people tonight believe my [edited to add, formerly] lovely boyfriend gave me. Oooh, be sure to view the soon-to-be posted photo!