Can I say you punched me? I ask.
Can I say it taught you a lesson and you're going to shape up? he asks.
Thwarted, I'm stuck with the truth: I rubbed my poor allergy-ridden eye and its environs so hard during the night that I gave myself the black eye.
The only cure for that is a free reading day, I suppose.
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Any excuse for a reading day!!! I like it.
ReplyDeleteI feel your allergy pain! But I come offering material for that free reading day - you are a winner of a copy of Wolf Hall in my BBAW giveaway. Please email me a mailing address? Congrats!
ReplyDeleteMuch sympathy. My doctor prescribed some allergy eye drops called Patanol that help me so I don't get to that point...so far!
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