Originally Posted By sherrytodd <<sherrytodd, we love your story, but IMO you need another qualifier---no one was around to witness that but you. ;-)>> HEY! I had to live with the black eye for a week and a half. How many people have to live with the results of their embarrassment marked plain as day across their face with everyone asking you what happened and barracade the bathroom door as your husband and son are trying to break it down while your trying to cover up the evidence without passing out?
Originally Posted By TALL Disney Guy Sorry, I forgot about the "souvenir" evidence of the blackeye. I didn't know James Bond-lovin' hubby and son were home at the time it happened...tryin' to cover up the evidence while not tryin' to pass out? Yeesh, lol. You're a trooper!
Originally Posted By MissCandice I have given up on eating, apparently my gals want food no matter what so everyday at work I look like a complete spaz because I place a paper towel on my chest and eat my lunch. I am amazed that my friends will sit me with in the breakroom, lol. One time an ex-boyfriend came by my work and I went outside to talk to him and fell right on my butt in the parking lot right in front of him. Grrr.
