Hubby slipped on the stairs in the train station, while trying to race the other travelers for the exit.
Obviously this is not without risk, because he wears Birkenstocks come rain, snow, icy sleet, hail or shine. Hence he is now sporting an eye decorated with all kinds of unfashionable colours. Every day he studies his eye extensively in the mirror, and then tells me his findings during a two hour slideshow.
He finds it very funny to tell people, I’m responsbible for his shiner. So when two neighbourhood kids were at the door shouting: ‘What happened to your eye?!’ hubby saw a chance to once again tell his stupid joke.
‘My wife did it!’
‘Wuss!’ the boys shouted, their voices filled with youthful disdain.
Now, thát was funny!