Taking my buddy, Charlie, out on a dog mushing tour, I allowed him to ride the runners while I sat in the sled. Two seconds later, I stopped the team with my face after the rookie musher tipped the sled. It looked pretty bad for awhile (notice the enlarged side of my face). Poor Charlie felt really bad about the incident, but I just shrugged and said, "Hey, that's mushing. $(%)@ happens." The swelling and everything looks much better now, and it doesn't look like there will be any scars (so quit worrying, Ma!)
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Hope Santa brought you some ice! Ouch, darlin'! You are way tougher than me ( I have delicate clavicles)
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