Anyhow, since the fall, I didn't think to look at how many days it was from my birthday to the incident until just now. I had to grin when I saw it.
If you can 'believe' it, it was my 137th day of being 33-years old.
I'm grateful to not be a contestant for the 'Darwin' awards.
This most recent Sunday, "144-days from my birthday", I woke up to my girlfriend landing a pointy elbow right on my nose, due to having a night terror. I'm hoping for a better Sunday this coming weekend.