Friend is talking to her husband on iPad; he's out of town for several months. My husband is chasing their dog around the room to work off

the dog's excess energy.

Next thing you know, dog jumps on the sofa, spins around. His ass end hits my wine glass, smashes into my face, and shatters the glass.

We measured -- the glass flew 15ft before it hit the wall in another room and bounced back.

Meanwhile, I'm holding the stem of a glass -- the base and globe are shattered. I'm covered in sauvignon blanc and shards of glass.

Holy crap!

Eyes closed, I'm all, "Am I bleeding?"

Turns out, only a few micro-cuts around my lip, where the glass impacted.

wow, damn... you are lucky.. what a mess! holy hell.

Meanwhile, I can't move, while husband picks tiny shards of glass of my face, neck, cleavage, arms, and legs.

I cant imagine how much work that was, how careful you would have to be. Such a nasty mess.

It's one of those, since I wasn't hurt, IT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS.

And I imagine he was probably SO upset that you couldnt even get angry about the dog chasing part

"Am I bleeding?" "No." "Now I need a real drink."

The mental pic afterwards of the wineglass->face with you sitting frozen is kind of funny once we know you didnt get badly injured

Oh, Isle, the dog chasing is so not important.

EXACTLY!

I can just imagine this whirlwind of activity, you sitting calmly then BASH and being frozen in disbelief

holding a stem!

Eyes squinched shut, only a stem in hand, "Am I bleeding?" with explosion of glass behind me. Hilarious.

2 things I can say. Thank heavens you didnt get really hurt! and thank heavens it was someone elses house.

Husband meticulously picking shards out of my cleavage.

God yes, at first, we all thought, SHIT HOSPITAL.

then it was funny.

mine would have enjoyed that part, even whilst being sorry, the cleavage part.

And it's not my sofa with more shards of glass that can ever be accounted for.

Exactly!!!

WIN WIN

The best part is, a few nights ago, I bemoaning getting old and not having legendary Friday nights.

I was*

Ahhhh hahahaha

You'll be talking about that one when you are 90

The night a dog's ass and a wine glass impacted my face and exploded? Yeah.

And of course my upper lip is a bit bruised and it looks like husband beat me.

That's going to be fun to explain.

HAHAHA yeahhhh they'll believe your story.

Good grief! LOL

LOL