In another “how clumsy could I be?” moment, Saturday morning in San Jose, I manage to smash my elbow into a full glass of wine sitting on the nightstand. I spilled wine all over the nightstand and broken glass all over the carpet. It hurt. It looked like this:

That’s right. Hungover as hell and in a good amount of pain I made sure to have Kat take pictures of it so I could relive the pain. As if that’s not gross enough, I had to have her cut off the flap of skin that was barely hanging on with some fingernail clippers. I don’t care who you are, that’s love people.