My three aunts came for a delightful visit this weekend. We painted the town red Friday night. I wore my typically cooperative boots. Usually I slide them, and when I get home I slide them off. Fairly simple process actually.
I returned home in the early hours of Saturday morning to find that some cosmic force was conspiring against me in my own house. First, the lock on the door would NOT hold still. I finally chased it down and managed to hold it in one place long enough to insert the key and open the door. On opening the door I discovered that my hallway had grown to twice its normal length. Well, not to worry, all will be right again in the morning. I'll just take off my trusty boots and call it a night. I bend over to remove my right boot only to discover that it has decided it does not want to be removed from my foot. No problem, I just give it a good tug and out of nowhere my dining room table hits me just over the right eye. Dining tables do not move in a normal world! Oh well, the right boot now comes off easily and I'll just remove the left boot while I'm down here on the floor. Discovering that my floor is actually quite comfy I decide to just take a little nap as it is not worth it to navigate that blasted long hall with just a few hours before daylight.
And what did the morning bring? Lots of sunlight, requiring rubbing of sleepy eyes eliciting pain from the right brow area. And then the real awakening . . . my first black eye. Ain't she a beaut?
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