I guess my poise and/or equilibrium have little to do with my situation: I have a black eye. Not a mild girly scratch that can be hidden by makeup, but a real shiner. And it hurt like the devil.
What contributed to this blackpurple mess?
1) I have two Great Danes.
2) One has decided to ignore all his obedience training and pretend he is the boss of the house.
3) I wear glasses.
Can we see the problem developing? Needless to say my face was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
My sister says I look like Petey from The Little Rascals. I can't fault her for the comparison. This black loop is terrible and I can't hide it--maybe if I could find some pancake makeup for the stage?
I had to run to the store today--and other women looked at me in horror. It makes me want to wear a sign that says "The dog did it."
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