One can't be too careful.
Even at that, when I took off the prescription sunglasses to try on the newly-repaired glasses, the lady behind the counter couldn't help but let out a "Ouch...I bet that HURTS..." as the full effect of my shiner hit her in the eye. "You know, people always think the worst."
REALLY?
I have a feeling I'm in for a long day tomorrow as I go to work.
After that I went to get a pedicure and explained it to them as soon as I walked in the door. I was still wearing the sunglasses so it wasn't as noticable.
I tried some makeup today as well, but that only served to make it look as though I'd been on a week-long drinking binge or hadn't slept in a month...on one side. I have yet to perfect the art.
I wish someone would come up with "melt into the wall spray" or "invisible paste" or "vanishing cream" so I could deal with this - and life in general - in a more adult, responsible way...
By running away.
1 comment:
Personally, I think you should take to the bed/couch for the week armed with copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, the laptop and remote control, and a pile of good books, and forget the rest of the world exists. Then write down all the possible ways and permutations you could possibly have acquired a shiner and you will have the basis for a book. Then write it, retire and come and visit me.
And in the meantime, get the family to cook clean and dance attendance on you.
Sigh. I should be writing fairy tales......
Lots of love, and sympathy, anyway!
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