Day 236 - "It's Just a Scratch"

My wife finally busted me and my knee. After successfully hiding it from her for three days, she caught a glimpse of the scab. "What's that?" she asked. "Oh, nothing," I answered, trying to blush it off. "Come here...Let me see," she demands. "It's just a scratch" I say, trying to downplay the injury. She looks at it intently. Thankfully, the scab had healed up nicely and it didn't look too bad. She then asks, "how did you do it?" I decide to come clean and tell her about my little OTB incident the other day. To my complete surprise she doesn't ground me. It must be my lucky day. Or I think it may be because it she is relieved that it is not on my face, like my last cut on the tip of my nose,which looks like I am going to have a small scar. I make a mental note to myself. Keep injuries off of face.