My Poor Nose

Last night Tim and I went to bed around 12:30am. I was having this lovely sleep until Tim decided to roll over like a maniac with elbows flying everywhere. And my poor nose met his elbow straight on. I woke up to instant tears, throbbing, and headache. Oh ya, he got me good. Right on the nose too. Getting hit in the nose sucks. It was a flash back to my younger days playing "crack the egg" on the trampoline. That game always ended with someone getting a knee to the nose. Anywho, I'm in wicked pain and Tim's sleeping...WHAT THE HECK! So I wake him up and tell him he owes me a hug for smashing my nose. He answers with this, "Ash, it's 2 in the morning. Go to sleep!" So I went all the way downstairs in the dark and got some painkillers (had a wicked headache) and went back to bed...with no hug from Tim.

And now today, my nose is super sore still--very tender to touch. But at 1:00 in the afternoon I get a phone call from my dear husband. He just now realizes all that went on last night and he called to say he felt super bad for elbowing me in the face. He apparently wasn't fully awake when this all went down at 2 am (which I know has happened to us in the past--he's talking, but not awake). That's okay Tim! I still love you!

Here's a picture of Tim from last night. He was doing some electrical work for his sister. And yes, his hair is super long right now. The curls are totally hot though.