Pretty, rich shades of purple on my eyelid, aren't they? Too bad it's not eye shadow. Maybelline could use this palette in their next collection...looks sultry if not downright sexy! I don't love the bruise, but I appreciate those black & blue hues!
This is what happens in our house when you bend over to roll up your wet pant legs, and you have a spazzola, uncoordinated 90-lb dog nearby, moving at a speed close to his weight and legs going every which way on the hardwood floors. I have no recollection of George coming near me - I recall rolling up my pants and then a very sudden, sharp, bone-on-bone blow, which was the top of his unbrained, bucket of rocks head meeting my eye orbital. A primal howl came out of me, and then I cried like a baby. Can't remember the last time I cried from physical pain. The tears flowed, and Scoutie Girl stayed near me - nervously at-attention and ready for service. George continued to bound around the house, with toys in his droopy jowls and totally unaware that he had been scratched off my play list for the next 6 mos. Freak of nature. Betz White and her family visited this past Monday, and they can verify George's social ineptitude.
And how about the completely creepy Clockwork Orange likeness? A little early for Halloween (and way out of my comfort zone).
