Oh now, THAT is gonna leave a mark. But, there is no blood poring profusely from said injury so it's only my pride that is actually injured. As I am bald, I always were a hat. In summer, a hat defends against the sun and, in winter, a hat defends against the cold. So, said will cover the "mark". It's not that I would be embarrassed by said mark. Rather, it's when people ask me what happened and I reply, "I zigged." Few get it and explaining a joke is, as you know, just a shitty thing to have to do. Although, such does help me sort out the stunnedasmearses for future reference.

All said and done, it's the perfect excuse to apply a McCain's frozen Texas Chicken pizza to my wounded ego as I.... drum roll please... hit 171.8# this AM! And! I am piling that down on a half of a rib steak. I couldn't help it. Honest. I cooked one for Mum and I gnawed the meat off the rib bone and I went berserk! I served her and immediately cooked the other one from the two pack and scarfed down half of it. I don't think I will even bother to take my blood pressure reading tomorrow.