some thoughts on motherhood, marriage, learning to love my own face in the mirror, wondering about the lady in the tangerine coat in the bean aisle at the market, writing - the usual suspects.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
A Poke In The Eye
"Do you know you poked me in the eye when you woke me up this morning?" Claire said.
"Really?"
"With your fingernail."
"Wow, I am so sorry about that."
"I had my hand over my eye like this," hand over eye like eye-patch,"the whole time I was in the shower."
"A poke in the eye is a crazy way to start the day."
"I'll live."
"Still. Ouch."
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I love this. "eye opening"
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