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You should see the other guy…

I’m telling people it was a bar fight, but I have to admit that’s not really true. Alcohol was sort of involved, though.

I kept a small wrought iron wine rack on top of my fridge in the new house cause I didn’t have a real place in my dining room. Well, not anymore!

Last Thursday I opened the refrigerator and the wine rack fell off. I guess it was moving a little each time we used the fridge, but I didn’t notice. I must have heard it falling, though I really don’t remember, because I looked up and as it fell, it hit me right on my left cheekbone! Could have been way worse, of course, if it had hit my eye or broken my cheekbone. Next time someone starts a fight, I’m just backing away!