Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick

This month we finally pulled ourselves together and had our first family photo shoot (with James, at least). Now, when you look through the album, I want you to be saying to yourself, "Wow. Not too shabby!" Not just because we're looking at the camera, generally smiling, and being our incredibly good-looking selves—although all that is true—but also because midway through the photo shoot James rendered me blind by stabbing a stick into my eyeball.

Of course, I finished the photo shoot because 20 cycles of America's Next Top Model have taught me that a top model always finishes a photo shoot. That, and the idea of getting everyone mucus free for another photo shoot was more painful than the searing pain in my eyeball, shooting into the back of my head. For reference, the incident occurred just before the picture on the steps with the maple leaf. In that picture, and all those that follow, tears were gushing from my just-poked eye.

One trip to Urgent Care, one course of antibiotics, one prescription for pain meds, one day of PTO, an eye patch and two days of blindness later, everything's just fine.