Sweety and the boys are always wrestling and roughhousing around. I've told them a hundred times that someone is going to get hurt. I say this because I have a feeling it will be Sweety and last night he got his.
He got a head-butt to face while him and LittleBrother(11) were goofing around and broke his fucking nose. I hate to say, "I told you so." - but I did!
Last night some of us got off of work a few hours early since we were so slow and decided to go and have a few drinks. This is the first time I have ever done anything like that in the 6.5 years that I've been here and of course, the night that I'm late is when Sweety is trying to call and tell me that his nose has been broken.
Luckily, LB hit him straight on instead of from the side so it doesn't look too bad.
I knew something was wrong as soon as I stepped out of my car because I could hear him snoring from the garage. He said as soon as it happened he puked and then fell asleep. I guess that is the body's way of dealing with trauma.
He let me squoosh it and it feels all smushy.