Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

While sledding on Christmas day, I decided to launch off an ice-packed jump that the kids had built. I was wearing my sunglasses so when I wrecked -- falling from four feet in the air -- my left eye smacked into the ice and the lens shattered onto it. Luckily, my eye was closed and it only caused my eyelid to get bloodied.

Man, I used to do those sledding jumps as a kid with no problem. Now I'm an uncoordinated fool.

And if I recall, I'm also bad with motorcycles -- as some of my old friends will attest ...