Bre vs. Raymon...the score is EVEN!

So, Breanne and I have this problem. Whenever we get within five feet of each other, one of us gets hurts. Usually it is me. Breanne tackled me to the ground in the kitchen months ago and we haven't looked back since. We were playing on some exercise balls and she kicked me in the groin. We were wrestling for a sandal and she kneed me in the face. I bled...a lot. Oh yeah, and she tackled me to the ground while playing running charades...on the cement. Since then I have been slowly evening the score. Well, actually, I haven't at all. I just hurt her really badly-one time. We had a massive orange party that looked much like this: Yeah, it looks like a lot of harmless fun, doesn't it? WRONG. Don't let Britney's beaming face fool you! Hallie, Breanne and I decided to jump into the hammock and that is when things turned for the worst. Jeff comes along and tries to take pictures of Breanne, which she doesn't like and so she decides to fall off of the hammock. Well, she only finds herself hanging underneath the hammock, which ripped due to the fact that I am fat. I proceeded to land with my hip right on Breanne's face. (her nose to be exact). Here is a nice video that sums up the entire experience:

This blog post is dedicated to Breanne and her nose.