A Serpentine Landscape

I've spent most of my free minutes over the last week getting my house clean, and I love the results. I love the smell. I love being able to run across the wood floor in my socks and slide a full ten feet before coming to a halt.

So it should have come as no surprise to me on Friday morning when I rounded a corner and couldn't stop until I banged my face into the woodwork.

My thoughts went, roughly, thus:

1. Ouch!


2. Sh!t!


3. Oh, great, now I'm going to get a black eye and everyone will assume I'm a battered woman.


4. I should put some ice on this.


So I iced it, and for the record, I didn't get a black eye, just a little bruise underneath my eyebrow. It looks as though I made an ill-advised choice of eye shadow, used it on my left eye, then came to my senses before doing my right.