You decide. Which explanation do you like best? Or would you rather suggest another?- I thought I was being polite. All I said was, "Woman, would you stop ironing long enough to get in the kitchen and get me some food before I take my nap" and WHAM, something hit me like a truck.
- I'd rather fight than switch (only you old folks will get this one).
- I was playing water polo with some Christian gentlemen when an abundance of enthusiasm led one (still unnamed and unknown) to strike me quite unintentionally.
Thirty-eight years old and my first black eye. Caleb says I look like I've been in a fight and that I'm too old to fight. I think he's right.
