so, yeah. i turned 26 this weekend. had a nice relaxing day with the girl (until she had to go to work) and then with the fam. it was a gorgeous day, and i felt lucky to have so many people who care about me. i hated turning 25, but 26 was just kind of calm.
i also left practice last night with a nice puffy shiner. totally got punched in the eye. saw it coming too. alas. what's a girl to do? though, i do need some sort of t-shirt or sticker that proclaims "i play rugby", so people stop giving me long stares.
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the girl is still swollen and in toothache pain after a week. she will probably need a root canal. ouch. i will hold her hand and be thankful that it's not me.