Kovixen

Peter brought home Creme Caramel frozen yogurt. He didn't think I was as pleased as I should have been about my surprise dessert (for the record, I was excited, just tired). I thought I'd prove this to him, so I got a spoon out of the drawer and ran into the computer room with the frozen yogurt container. As I started opening it, Peter realized what I had done and ran into the room to stop me. I hate being chased, so I freaked and lept over two laundry baskets on my way to the bathroom where I could lock myself in and eat. Peter was wiley though, catching my arm as I entered the bedroom, and I twisted to free myself. Twisting worked, and I had almost escaped as I made my way across the room. Unfortunately, I also accidently let go of the frozen yogurt. My dessert went flying into the wall three inches away, and promptly bounced back into my right cheekbone. I had an awful time laughing hysterically while pain was shooting through my face. So after placing an ice pack on my cheekbone for the past two hours, I realize that I am very sore and may have not been putting it in the right place. If I have a big welt or bruise tomorrow, I promise I'll take a picture so everyone can see. On the up side, the frozen yogurt was delicious, and we ate the entire container.