My black eye story:
One time, I got a black eye.
The end.
Ok, so there might have been more to it than that but there is no way I'm sharing it on the internet. I will, however, share with you that the day after I got a black eye I had to get on a plane and fly out to my grandparent's house in California with my entire family. It was throbbing and I wore sunglasses for the whole flight. Luckily, it wasn't a very big bruise and completely hideable with a little concealer and some lavender shadow on my other eye to make it match. No one would have noticed if I hadn't made the mistake of telling Sister what had happened. All the sordid details. (Fiiiiiine they weren't really sordid but I wanted to use that word and it's my blog and I do whaddi want)
She thought it'd be sooooo funny to bring it up at the breakfast table in front of my mom, dad, brother, grandma, and aunt. Before 9am. To her credit as a big sister, she didn't actually tell anyone what happened. She just oh so subtly said something like, "Caley, your eye looks kinda funny. Is that a bruise?" For the record, Sister claims she has no memory of doing that. But it happened. I'm scarred.
Pretty sure I made up some lame lie about hitting my eye on the bedside table in the middle of the night while reaching for the cat.
Pretty sure no one believed me.
The truth is way funnier...
Image from New Math via Diary of a Rad Housewife.
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3 comments:
Tease.
Although I really don't remember the sordid details, I sooooort of remember the high-larious look on your face.. a combo of shock, horror, and an immediate shuffling through the brain for a quick story. We all (you.me.murmur) needed a little laugh that day
Yes. I still remember the feel of blood rushing to my ears and out of my face. It's hard to think up an alibi with jet-lag.
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