Cindy! Yikes! Are you icing it?

This 34 year old is going to have to say "go for it."

Heh. It's really more the kid than the age thing. But, you know, thanks for the backup. :-)

I was icing it, but the ice got on my nerves after a while. Also, I hadn't eaten, so couldn't decide if the nausea I was experiencing was from a break, or from being upset, on top of being hungry, on top of being hormonal.

Actually, I think the answer is no. I've had similar things happen to me that were very painful, and I'm pretty sure broke the cartilage away from the bone a little, and didn't bleed.

I don't need to see a doctor if it doesn't look too bad, right. I am guessing if it's broken, it's hairline sort of thing. Hurts like hell, though. My mother was here at the time, but has since left. I had to tell Chris to get away from me for a moment, because it hurt so badly, I couldn't deal with him.

Oh shoot, I have to take Julia to school, now. Thanks Sean and Kate.

Ouch, Cindy! Promise you'll get to a doctor if the nausea persists! And, when my sister broke her nose and orbit in 3 places (softball in the face) there was no blood really, just smashed face.

cribbage as "The Game"

Is there any other? I have a hand-carved cribbage board, and the DH and I came in 7th (doubles) at the World Cribbage Championship tournament a few years ago. It was great fun, and by the end of the first evening, it seemed like every old man in the place knew my name. There are fewer women who play in the tournaments, and very few under 60.

Is there any other? I have a hand-carved cribbage board, and the DH and I came in 7th (doubles) at the World Cribbage Championship tournament a few years ago.

Hot damn, Sparky! You're, like, a professional!

I'm really tempted to order this for Annabel: [link]

OMG Susan, that's fabulous. Do it!

That's a great shirt.

My baby boy doesn't look like a baby anymore (sniff) so I can't get the shirt.

Cindy, owwww. I hope your nose isn't broken, and that if it is, the break makes it cuter.

And Annabel definitely needs the dingo t-shirt.

You're, like, a professional!

Here are the qualifiers: My father carved the board -- my mother, sisters and I all have one that he made. Also, a ship in a bottle. His talents are whittling and making little boats that may be folded and stuffed through the necks of whiskey bottles. He folds a mean paper airplane, too.

The doubles part of the tournament is the social part, so most people play quite drunk. The DH and I were not so drunk, but we did beat the previous year's champs, and the fellow that won the singles that year. In the singles tournament we couldn't get past the qualifying rounds. Still, our doubles winnings covered the cost of playing in the tournament.

And, Lilty, when my family is gathered in Maine this summer, you can take us all on... watch out for my mother, she may look like a nice, gray haired old lady, but she's a card-sharp!

Timilies all! and I need coffee/caffeine. I poured my coffee into a cup that was supposedly clean but it actually had soap residue in it. Yuck.