Oh My, I gotta Sty, In My Eye
The body is a weird thing sometimes. Or maybe, more accurately, what happens to the body is a weird thing. I woke up Tuesday morning with my right eye swollen. Well, not my eye but the baggy area that exists under the eye. It went from looking like a polite overnight case to an entire family’s vacation luggage.
It looked like there was a ‘head’ on my lower eye lid… kinda like a zit? So when I got home from work I asked my wife to see if she could pluck that sucker outta there. I had hoped that doing this would help unpack some of the baggage. It actually accomplished two things: my wife got the heebie jeebies trying to get her nails that close to my eye and following this delicate but savage surgical procedure, my eye looked worse.
This morning when I looked in the mirror it appeared that the family had bought half of Orlando’s souvenirs and packed them into the carry-on under my eye.
Don’t worry though, I have a great comment for those people who give me a sympathetic smile and ask me what happened.
My wife punched me.
Conversation over and back to work…. and everyone is now afraid of my wife.