Saturday, April 12, 2008

Wait, did I mention?

That I have a black eye.
Yes, you read that correctly. I have a black eye. It could have used a steak on Thursday night when Baby smacked me in the face. Pay no attention to the crow's feet...but feel sympathy for my black eye, for it is painful...

6 comments:

Kristi said...

You have my sympathy. My youngest hit me in the mouth and my teeth broke into my lip the other day. At least mine is able to be hidden from the rest of the world.

I hope for a speedy recovery.

Muffy Willowbrook said...

ACK!!! Whoa! your kid smacked you hard enough to give you a black eye?! Yikes...fists of fury...

Milk it with Husband...you deserve it.

Kyla said...

Oh! Ouch! How do they get those jabs in? They are just too quick.

so tired said...

Wow I haven't had a black eye since I fell on my beer bottle back in '99...

lisa marie said...

I don't think I've ever had a black eye but my mom has had two. There are funny stories behind each one. Once my dad accidently poked her in the ear with a fishing pole and my aunt started yelling, I'm a witness! Nutty!

The other time we were all rough housing and mom decided she needed to go take her contacts out. Well dad thought he could assist by sucking on her eye! Yep, two black eyes caused by my dad. :)

PS What crows feet? I didn't see any!

HRH said...

Oh no! Bad black eye...eat the steak.