Wal-Mart Face Drop

I got punched in the face at Wal-Mart by my husband while I was wearing flip-flops. I think that ends my official "initiation into hicktown".

A little history...theMan & I were picking up an item I had put on layaway and we had to wait for the clerk to go into the bowels of the SuperW to find it. So we got onery and were wrastlin' around when he pulled some karate shit on me while I went in for a bear hug and BOOM. His fist, my face, full force.

So yea, it's official, we live here.

There should be a law against bitches man.