My coworkers managed to convince Mr X and I to join them last Saturday for a paint balling extravaganza in the mountains north of Santa Fe. A couple of my coworkers that didn't go very graciously lets us borrow their guns. So Mr X and I showed up last Saturday dressed in jeans and sweatshirts, ready to play. Then my coworkers showed up in full freaking camo gear - pants, shirts, even hats. It was pretty evident as they strapped on their plastic armored gloves and expertly assembled their guns that this was going to be a slaughter. Unfortunately for me, however, Mr X is quite nimble and stealthy and a pretty good shot. So that left sad little me (the only girl there) for the slaughter. *sigh*
Somehow, magically, I pretty much mostly got shot on my left leg. ALL OVER MY LEFT LEG. So now I'm sporting some very impressive bruises. On Sunday, my leg was actually SWOLLEN from the hits. By Monday that had subsided but my bruises were a brilliant purple and black. Now, 5 days later, they are green, purple, yellow and gray. I thought about taking pictures to show you but the thought of posting a close-up photo of my thigh was too humiliating...
I have to go to the doctor next week and she'll inevitably see my leg. Hopefully these bruises will be gone by then.
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I will have to tell you the story about when Gilbert shot me point blank in the arm during a paint ball war in the junk yard of your home town. Major ouch. There are some interesting elements to the tale...
Now I'm completely 'curiosified' - I've gotta hear this story...
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