Hmm, Camlan, I think we need the full story.
It's pretty boring.
My bedroom had an odd, high window right over my bed. My cat, Mo, used to like to use the bed as a springboard to leap to the window to look out. One night, I heard her paws scrabbling to get a hold on the window sill. The next thing I knew, she fell on my face. She was so scared she ran away.
And I had three long claw marks, from her back claws, on my forehead. About 4 inches long, right in the center. And they were bleeding.
I had taken the next day off work because it was my birthday. I was going to go get my new driver's license first thing, then help my friend the bride run some last minute errands the rest of the day.
There was no way to cover the cuts with makeup, so I had what my best friend called my "axe murderer" license picture for the next 4 years.
The poor bride was quite startled when I picked her up to run errands. I'm not normally a big fan of people changing their appearance for weddings, but as the MOH, I was going to be in a lot of pictures in just two days. I explained what had happened, and then casually said, "You know, I was thinking of getting my hair cut tomorrow. Something with bangs. What do you think?"
We both burst out giggling madly. I did get my hair cut and the wedding pictures looked fine. (Even without the wedding, I might have gotten the hair cut anyway, because every single person who saw me that day was compelled to ask me what on earth had happened. The way the cuts looked, I looked as if I'd stared in a real life horror movie.)