Who am I?

At this current moment, my youngest brother has a black eye.

The neighbor kid threw a frisbee which hit him in the eye.

Thus, black eye.

I, being competitive in nature, tell him, "Mine was worse."

For pics + story, click here.

Cause it's true.

It was worse than his is.

He says: "You had a black eye?"

Me: "You don't remember?"

Brother: "Oh yeah- that one time when you ran into a fence?"

*snickers from youngest brother and other brothers in the room*

OKAY.  I didn't just run into a fence!  I was a champion.

can't ever win with these boys.

life is good. family is better. :)