The day after the Big Super Bowl, and I have a black eye!
I'll let you guess why, and I'll be back later to explain.
A. I couldn't keep my mouth shut during the Super Bowl...
B. He had to tell me more than once...
C. I took a bowl to the face...
D. All the above!
(After hours of cleaning, errands, and business taxes later...)
For all those hanging on to your computer seat in suspense, I will no longer keep you waiting.
No, I wasn't in a martial dispute during the Super bowl, if you were wondering. In fact I didn't watch the Super Bowl and neither did my husband. Not that I wouldn't let him either! He just doesn't get the whole hoopla over a bunch of men he doesn't know, playing football. I did tune in for all of two commercials and five minutes of Bruce during half-time, which was all I could stand. I guess I was just expecting something a little more exciting, like the whole Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction.
As for the biggest wife beater day of the year, I was Not a victim. For any ladies out there that might have been. I by all means am not making fun of your situation. Domestic violence is not a laughing matter. Although I do think it is uncalled for, and easily prevented. If you are putting yourself in that situation then you might as well expect what you get. I get really bent out of shape about those with children involved. It is your duty as a mom to protect your child. You leave with them and don't look back. I don't even want to hear the whole "But I love him BS either"!
Girls, Single/Married women listen up, cause I'm talking to you!
Have a little self respect for yourself. Get a man who will treat you like a queen and settle for nothing less. Yes, marriage is a give an take relationship. Therefore you respect him just as well. What I am saying is you don't EVER let a man lay a hand on you. The first and one time he does, should be his last. There are no second chances!
Okay, now that I'm done with my Parenting/girl-friend lesson for the day...
On to my black eye...
If you guessed C, you were correct!
I did take a bowl to the Eye. (Not a bowl of chips for the Super bowl, if that's what you thought!)
No, Jacob was playing with a small stainless steel bowl and a ball. He was tossing the ball up and catching it in the bowl, as I sat near watching him. One miss of the ball, and Mr. attitude chucked the bowl as hard as he could, smacking me in the face.
All I can guess is that someday, he will give Jason and I plenty of reason to take interest in the Super Bowl. I just know in the future he will be a famous quarter back.Trust me I have an Eye, from his talent.