As much as I love the season of ice and snow there are two things that make it a little difficult. Ice and snow.
On his daily trek to get the mail, carefully walking on the icy road in front of our house, Husby’s feet decided to slide out from under him and down the rest of him went. It’s a trick our feet like to play in the winter ~ no matter how careful we are once in a while they’re in the mood for a little slapstick, making us a laughing stock to any neighbors looking out their windows at the time while simultaneously hurting the rest of our body.
Husby landed on a hand, then elbow, then face. Poor thing.
Yikes! A nice little gash, some very colorful bruising and a lot of puffiness. Nice work, feet.
He says he’s okay, it’s not bad, he’s had worse. Pfft, I say. I immediately checked his pupils for signs of a head injury and although he said everything was fine he assured me he’d summon me to take him to the emergency room if necessary.
When people ask what happened Husby will respond, “you should see the other guy!”
Husby is indeed just fine, suffering only from soreness on the arm on which he landed. His eye never got so puffy that he couldn’t see out of it. The thing is, we both kind of hope that cut leaves a scar, because nothing says sexy like the remnants of a battle, even if that battle was with ice and snow.
** Update** Today the bruising as traveled to Husby’s lower eye lid. His eye looks like a big, red Christmas ornament. Ho ho ho!
Auntie B's Wax 
Ouch!
Oh no, poor Husby! We’ll have to nickname him Bruiser!
Looks even worse today!
That looks nasty Sara and takes all the glamour away from wanting a white christmas. Hope your man is on the mend and ready to enjoy the festive season.
Never! We always want a white Christmas no matter what dangers it may bring. Husby is doing fine, but he isn’t winking at me as much as he usually does.
Sorry to hear of the mishap. That looks like a pretty sever gash. Snow can be so picturesque and it can be so darned dangerous.
We’re all dreaming of a white Christmas, but sometimes it can cause injuries, no? Husby is doing fine, even though his eye bruises are growing by the hour.
Yes, I hurt my back while shoveling the stuff. I’m looking forward to being in the Portland area. You don’t have to shovel rain!
Oh, so sorry to hear this…glad it wasn’t any worse!
We’re both glad nothing was broken. A broken Husby is a very sad Husby. Luckily he’s still very happy.