When Xy came home today, I was upstairs in the kitchen. I called down to her, to say hello.
She said “Wait ’til you see me!” and started up the stairs.
“What, do you have a black eye?” I asked.
She did. Uncanny how old married couples become psychic. Except we’re not old. Yet.
She showed it to me. She’d run into the basketball goalpost during P.E.
I have seen worse, but still — ouch!
She would have gone to the school nurse, but she’s only at the school two days a week, and this wasn’t one of those two days.