I hate needles

When the nurse asked me on Saturday after the dog bit me, "are you current on your tetanus shot?" I said, yeah, I think so...what's current? And she said five years, and I said I think I got one 2 or 3 years ago. But she told me when I went to the base today to check my records and make sure. Turns out "2 or 3 years ago" actually was "1996." So I got one. And they wouldn't even give me one of those cool little cartoon stickers. Which was annoying, because they had four rolls of them, so it's not like they were about to run out. Apparently they didn't think it would look very military if I walked around with one on my uniform jacket. I thought about pulling rank on them and taking one anyway, but I decided that wouldn't be very professional of me.

The best response I managed to come up with to answer the inevitable, "what the hell happened to your face?" query: "You probably saw in the news that Slobodan Milosevic died this weekend...let's just say that it wasn't of natural causes, and his guards put up quite a fight." (My second choice was, "I kissed your mom last night, and when I woke up, this is what I looked like.") Any ideas you, gentle reader, might have for me to use tomorrow, would be appreciated.