that time I got a black eye

I wish this story were cool. It's not. I was up early on Memorial Day, because, you know, the boy doesn't bother to sleep in on holidays. We were playing and the TV remote fell from the couch onto my face. I probably let loose a mild expletive.

I'd include a picture except that the best way to see it is when I'm not wearing makeup, and, frankly, I'm too vain for that. It's not the worst black eye. But it is the kind of injury that mocks you because it's so stupid, the kind that even hurts your feelings a little bit.

Like I said, I wish it were a cooler story.

1 comment:

Jill said...

Suck it up sister and post a picture!

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