I whined a bit about this last night at Romance Divas, so this isn’t really news to some of my devoted fans readers.

Meet Ruby. She’s a cute as a button, right? (an aside…has anyone really seen a cute button? I have never understood that phrase.)

This sweet little puggy girl busted my lip last night. It’s funny, now that I think about it, but it was NOT funny last night when I was bleeding all over the place.

See, I was taking a sip from my beer bottle when Ruby decided she HAD to be in my lap at that very moment. When she landed in my lap, her knob-head hit the bottle, which rammed my lip against my tooth. I thought she’d broken my tooth at first. Thankfully, she just cut my lip.

Today, it’s not as swollen as I thought it would be. I actually look like I’ve had a nice little limp-plumping session with a good Cosmetic Surgeon. (Not like Priscilla Presley or Scary Janice Dickinson) Now if I could just stop messing with it…