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Black Eye!

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.

Published inLife with Xy

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