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So I tripped, and the stairs moved faster than my hands did to break my fall. The point of impact was just above my left eyebrow -- there's a Quasimodo-like knot to mark it.
I went to sleep after it happened (smart, I know) and woke up as the less-than-thrilled owner of my very first black eye. I've been hiding in my room all day, watching the black and red and blue spread around the top of my eyesocket. I keep thinking of the time that my mom tripped over the cat and broke her nose and blacked both of her eyes; gracefulness runs in the family, you know.
John brought me food and told me it doesn't look too bad -- ha. Wait until he sees it in the light of day.
Tomorrow I invest in some really big sunglasses and the best concealer I can afford.
I went to sleep after it happened (smart, I know) and woke up as the less-than-thrilled owner of my very first black eye. I've been hiding in my room all day, watching the black and red and blue spread around the top of my eyesocket. I keep thinking of the time that my mom tripped over the cat and broke her nose and blacked both of her eyes; gracefulness runs in the family, you know.
John brought me food and told me it doesn't look too bad -- ha. Wait until he sees it in the light of day.
Tomorrow I invest in some really big sunglasses and the best concealer I can afford.