The Black Eye Story

Since Cindy asked so nicely . . . I guess it's time.

So on Christmas Eve Poodle (Brittany) and I decided to make a quick trip to Anthropologie to buy a  replacement gift for one of the stocking stuffers I had broken.  We were chatting and laughing and, as usual I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings. (yeah, shocking!)  I backed out of the driveway my usual way, head out the window keeping my eye on the edge of the driveway so I didn't drive onto the neighbor's lawn (well sometimes that happens.)   Since we were in a hurry, I backed out quite swiftly, right into the car of our cleaning ladies, who had parked in our driveway.  My head slammed against the window, and I was a realized IT HAPPENED AGAIN!  Dang!

I jumped out of the car to assess the damage.
Brittany:  "mom, you're bleeding."
Me:  "Yes, I know, but I"m fine."
Brittany:  "Mom, are you sure you're OK.  You don't look OK."
Me:  "Yes, I'm sure.
We ran into the house to tell the cleaning ladies.
They took one look at me and screamed "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  You're bleeding!!! (in spanish)
Me:  I hit your car.  I'm so sorry (in spanish)
Them:  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!  You're bleeding.  We're so sorry!  We're so sorry.
Me:  It wasn't your fault, it was my fault entirely.
Them:  "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  We're so sorry!

Conversation continued like that for a few minutes.
Mike came in and assured them we would pay for all of the damages.  I grabbed a bag of ice, paper towel,  changed my bloody shirt, and we took off again.  Luckily, I didn't really look into the mirror until later.  I probably would've stayed home.

Interestingly, people in the store looked at me funny, but nobody said a thing.  (My eye was huge by this time and I looked horrible)  The cashier politely pretended I was a normal person.

I got home and Mike had cleaned up all of the blood, washed my clothes, and taken care of the car. Yeah, he's awesome.  And pretty accustomed to these things.  Unfortunately.