Gen. O'Neill: [smugly] My, this is an occasion. You know that bitter taste in your throat? It's kind of wrapped around your uvula? That's what's left of your pride.

                                         --Stargate SG-1

I like to help.  So when Eric called and said that he and his friend Chris had removed a wall of his three season porch, and would I like to come over and help move his ginormous hot-tub out through the de-constructed wall, naturally I said "Sure!"

The event started out with the usual planning and plotting and disconnecting and unwiring and lifting and prying, and tweaking and situating...and culminated in a concentrated push across the floor, down a carefully constructed ramp, and onto some improvised skids in the yard.

In between, of course, was the part where we started to push, and got the thing going REALLY well...and my foot slipped in a puddle of water, causing my face to slam chin-first into the edge of the hot-tub.

There is no visible bruising, but the area is quite tender.  The tip of my chin and a small, puffy bump on my lip that you can't even see on the outside, but I can feel with my tongue on the inside.

Thank God it didn't get ugly and purple.  I teach class tomorrow, and I don't want to scare the parents of the children I teach by showing up with my arms all covered in bruises (most hidden by my shirtsleeves)  AND with my face all banged up.

I left them to put the wall back together, and get the space ready to recieve Eric's incredible new piano.