I’ve had 3 black & blue eyes in my life time, but not all at once.
Now I know that you who have seen my video think, “What did that cute girl ever do to get a black eye?”
Those of you that know me in real life are probably laughing, or shaking your head, or both.
None of my black eyes were from a fight, and that’s the story I’m sticking with. No, really they weren’t.
Number two was also from softball. Somebody hit a drive down the first base line and I was playing first base.
That one I remember because it was the same week as the school play – in which I had a solo to sing. Makeup was my friend for that performance.
I can’t remember if I managed to get the runner out or not.
Number three was during my senior year in high school. I got it when my wisdom teeth were removed.
Seriously! I went under with perfectly clear skin, well perfect in between the black heads; and woke up with a big green shiner. Guess those teeth didn’t want to come out.
So I’ve never had a broken bone – Praise the Lord – but I’ve had three black eyes.
How ’bout you? Go ahead – ‘fess up.
Edited to add: If you want a laugh – or two – read Terri’s comment on this post.