Thought I was too smart for this: I walked into a closed Arcadia door.
In my partial defense, I hadn’t replaced the stick that goes in the runner to wedge the door shut against intruders. And I was bopping around carelessly — headed outside to take a photo of the first-time-ever calla blooms on the side deck. Out of the corner of an eye, I saw the stick laying on the floor and must have unconsciously assumed the door was hanging open, as it often is on a gorgeous day like yesterday.
Fortunately, neither the door nor I broke. After applying a cold pack for a few minutes, I figured it was OK — no sign of any damage except for a sore eyebrow, which was neither swollen nor bruised.
Doesn’t hurt. This morning it was an hour after the dogs rousted me out of the sack before I happened to glance in a mirror and notice…WTF???
So that’s amusing. The whole eye is black and blue!
BUT…I managed to cover it up pretty well with a thick coat of L’Oréal. Yes, Virginia, there are some benefits to being female, after all. A little purple eye shadow on the other eye, and voilá! An old lady wearing too much make-up!
Beauty knows no pain…